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PASTOR     OF     THE     CHURCH     OF     THE     PURITANS. 


IttemorabUia 


GEORGE  B.  CHEEVER,  D.D. 

LATE   PASTOR    OF    THE 

CHURCH   OF  THE    PURITANS 

Union  Square,  New  York 
AND    OF 

Ibis  mite 
ELIZABETH  WETMORE  CHEEVER 

IN    VERSE   AND   PROSE 


Only  they  are  crowned  and  sainted 
Who  with  grief  have  been  acquainted  : 

Making  nations  NOBLER,   PR! 

hi. low. 


NEW    YORK 

JO  II  X    WILEY    &    SO  N  S 

.v,  i  ..  i    i  ;  .   1 1  Street 


Copyright,  1890, 
By  Henry  T.  Cheever. 


/IDemorabtlia  of  1Rex\  £>r.  Chcevcv, 


Not  for  one  age  alone  but  for  all  time. 

■  ~Be7i  J  on  son. 


CONTENTS. 


Introductory  Sketch,  by  Henry  T.  Cheever,  .  pages  vii-xviii 
Funeral  Address,  by  Rev.  Dr    H.  M.  Booth,      .    pages  xix-xxvii 

Dart   X. 

Engraving  of  Mrs.  Cheever, page  i 

Invocation  and  Prelude,  in  Verse,  ....  pages  xxix-xxxiii 
Memorial  Offerings  in  Eleven  Chapters,  .  .  .  pages  1-2 19 
Artotype  of  Church  of  the  Puritans,  Union  Square,    page  128 

Dart    XX. 

Introduction  to  Anniversary  Poems, Pages  1-18 

Picture  of  Dr   Cheever's  Study  at  Englewood,  .     .     .  / 

Anniversary  and  Other  Poems, pages  19-361 

View  from  Study  Window  at  Englewood,       .     .     .     page  \-~ 

Appendix,  containing  Various   Letters, pa         \ 

Copious  Isdlx, P*§**  (,:,_7- 


INTRODUCTORY    SKETCH. 

George  Barrell  Cheever  was  born  in  Hallo- 
well,  Me.,  April  17,  1807;  second  son  of  Charlotte 
Barrell,  of  York,  and  Nathaniel  Cheever,  of  Salem, 
Mass.  His  father  acquired  the  art  of  printing  in 
the  office  of  Isaiah  Thomas,  under  the  guardian- 
ship of  his  uncle,  Rev.  Dr  Aaron  Bancroft  of 
Worcester.  In  Hallowell,  he  became  a  leading 
man,  of  great  integrity,  energy,  and  force  of  char 
acter.  He  was  printer  and  publisher,  founder  of 
the  American  Advocate  and  General  Advertiser  of 
Kennebec  County,  Me.  He  early  published  an 
edition  of  the  "  Pilgrim's  Progress,"  for  the  people 
of  his  State,  believed  to  have  been  the  first  book 
of  the  kind  issued  in  the  then  District  of  Maine. 
The  moulding  influence  of  this  work  was  marked 
upon  the  character  and  life  of  the  son.  Through 
his  father's  book  store  he  became  an  early  and 
eager  devourer  of  books. 

His  grandfather  was  Nathaniel  Cheever,  of 
Salem,  of  whom  it  is  recorded  in  the  Maine  Re- 
ports,* that  his  was  the  first  blood  shed  in  the 
Revolution,  he  being  one  of  a  party  of  Provincials 
who  resisted  a  company  of  British  Regular-,  sent 
from  Boston  by  ( rov.  Thos.  ( rage  to  seize  the  Salem 

powder-mill,  just  before  hostilities  began    between 


Vol.  xwui.  page  593. 

vii 


Vlll 


IXTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 


the  colonists  and  the  mother  country.  At  a  certain 
bridge  near  to  Salem  the  resistance  was  so  stout 
that  Mr.  Cheever  received  the  thrust  of  a  British 
bayonet,  whose  holder  was  at  once  thrown  into 
the  stream  by  the  angry  Provincialists,  and  the 
British  force  retreated  without  effecting  their 
object. 

George  was  educated  at  Hallowell  Academy  and 
Bowdoin  College,  Brunswick,  being  of  the  class  of 
1825,  to  which  belonged  the  poet  Longfellow,  the 
writer  Nathaniel  Hawthorne,  Congressman  Jona- 
than Cilley,  the  historian  J.  S.  C.  Abbott,  U.  S. 
Senator  j.  W.  Bradbury,  and  Patrick  Henry  Green- 
leaf,  D.D.  He  studied  for  the  ministry  at  An- 
dover  under  the  instruction  of  Prof.  Moses  Stuart 
and  Drs.  Robinson,  Woods,  Murdock,  and  Eben- 
ezer  Porter. 

While  in  college  and  the  theological  seminary 
he  began  his  life  as  author  by  frequent  contribu- 
tions to  the  U.  S.  Literary  Gazette  and  the  American 
Monthly  Magazine.  He  also  compiled  the  popular 
"  American  Common-place  Books  of  Prose  and 
Poetry,"  and  edited  the  "Select  Works  of  Arch- 
bishop Leighton,"  with  a  much  admired  critique 
on  his  life,  writings,  and  character,  and  "  Studies 
in  English  Poetry  for  the  Schools."  Articles  from 
his  pen  appeared  in  the  North  American  Review  on 
"  Lowths'  Hebrew  Poetry,"  in  the  Quarterly  Register 
on  "Greek  Literature,"  and  in  other  period- 
icals, <>n  "The  Genius  of  Edmund  Burke,"  and  a 
deprecatory  essay  on  the  "  Removal  of  the  Indians  " 
in  review  of  "The  Letters  of  William  Penn  " 
(Jeremiah  Evarts). 


IXTRODUCTORY  SKETCH.  ix 

On  leaving  the  seminary  he  preached  as  substi- 
tute for  absent  pastors  at  Newburyport  and  the 
Essex  Street  Church,  Boston,  in  connection  with 
the  evangelical  labors  of  Charles  G.  Finney;  and 
was  finally  settled  over  the  Howard  Street  Church, 
Salem,  in  1833.  His  fervent  and  impressive  ministry 
there  is  remembered  with  deepest  interest  by  some 
who  survive  to  this  present,  by  more  who  "  have 
fallen  on  sleep." 

The  writer  of  this  sketch  has  frequently  heard 
his  discourses  referred  to  by  men  now  far  in  the 
vale  of  years,  as  having  made  a  powerful  impres- 
sion upon  their  minds.  Conscience  and  Christ 
were  his  recurring  themes  ;  and  his  appeals  to 
innate  ideas  and  intuitions,  with  reasonings  from 
the  nature  of  things,  "  made  his  hearers  solemn 
and  thoughtful  over  themselves,  and  given  to  feel- 
ing after  a  Saviour,  if  haply  they  might  find  him." 

Settled  in  a  city  where  Unitarianism  was  pre- 
dominant, he  early  engaged  with  enthusiasm  in 
defence  of  "  the  faith  once  delivered  to  the  saints,' 
beginning  with  an  address  at  the  religious  celebra- 
tion of  the  Fourth  of  July  in  Salem,  entitled, 
"Worldly  Principles  and  Maxims  as  they  Appear 
in  the  Light  of  Divine  Truth." 

It  is  an  interesting  psychological  fact  that  this 
wide-reaching  address  contains  in  embryo  the 
thoughts  and  principles  of  many  subsequent  dis- 
courses on  the  temperance,  anti-slavery,  anti- 
popery,  Sabbath,  social,  and  politic.il  reforms. 

The  sharp  criticism  and  controversy  evoked  by 
this  extraordinary   production   led  to   a  sni<^  ol 

spirited    articles    in       the    public     p;<-ss    ,>i     Salem 


x  INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 

under  the  caption,  "Cud worth  Defended  and 
Unitarianism  Delineated,"  also  to  divers  contro- 
versial papers  in  The  Spirit  of  the  Pilgrims,  The 
Quarterly  Observer^  and  Christian  Spectator,  and  to  a 
pungent  letter  to  the  conductors  of  the  Christian 
Examiner,  headed  "  The  Course  and  System  of 
Unitarians  Plainly  and  Solemnly  Surveyed  ' 

Mr.  Cheever  early  entered  the  lists  as  a  cham- 
pion of  the  temperance  reform,  aiming  at  the  root 
of  the  evil,  and  striking  powerfully  at  distillenes; 
of  which  there  were  no  less  than  four  in  the  im- 
mediate vicinity  of  Salem,  that  produced  500,000 
gallons  annually  of  New  England  rum.  He  wrote 
an  imaginative  article  for  the  Salem  Landmark 
under  the  guise  of  a  dream  with  dramatic  acces- 
sories and  machinery,  entitled,  "  Inquire  at  Amos 
Giles's  Distillery."  This  at  once  flashed  through 
the  country  at  large,  was  caught  up  and  pictured  by 
the  artists,  and  created  a  commotion  in  Salem 
and  vicinity,  the  like  of  which  had  not  been  known 
since  the  days  of  witchcraft.  Its  publication  was 
immediately  followed  by  a  nocturnal  attack  upon 
the  Landmark  office,  and  by  a  personal  savage  as- 
sault on  the  author  at  mid-day  in  the  public  street, 
by  the  foreman  of  a  Salem  distillery.  This  was 
succeeded  by  an  indictment  of  the  author  for  libel 
upon  the  owner  of  the  distillery,  and  his  speedy 
trial  and  sentence  to  thirty  days  in  the  Salem  jail,* 
notwithstanding  the  support  of  very  able  counsel 
and  the  "absence  of  proof  that  the  article  was 
written  with  any  malicious  or  injurious  intention 
whatever."  He  was  there  confined  in  the  cell  next 
to  that  occupied  by  one  of  the  murderers  of  White, 
*  And  a  fine  of  Siooo  paid  by  E.  C.  Del  a  van,  of  Albany,  N.  Y. 


INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH.  xi 

in  whose  trial  Webster  made  his  celebrated  plea. 
This  whole  affair,  together  with  his  exhaustive  de 
fence  before  Chief  Justice  Shaw  in  abatement  of 
judgment  for  his  having  shown  up  the  pernicious 
business  of  distilling,  and  a  similar  arraignment  of 
brewing  by  his  widely  circulated  story  of  "Deacon 
Jones'  Brewery,"  gave  great  notoriety  to  the  au- 
thor and  made  an  era  in  the  temperance  reform. 

Soon  after  serving  out  his  sentence  he  had  leave 
of  absence  from  his  people  for  a  voyage  to  Europe, 
and  became  correspondent  for  a  year  from  Spain 
and  the  Orient,  for  the  New  York  Observer.  Re- 
turning, he  was  at  once  invited  to  the  pastorate  of 
the  Allen  Street  Presbyterian  Church,  New  York,  in 
1839,  where  he  delivered  the  celebrated  lectures  on 
the  Pilgrim's  Progress,  and  on  Hierarchical  Des- 
potism, defending  the  principles  of  the  Puritans — 
"a  church  without  a  bishop,  and  a  state  without  a 
king."  He  also  maintained  a  public  debate  with 
J.  L.  O'Sullivan,  Esq.,  for  successive  evenings  in 
the  old  Broadway  Tabernacle  upon  Capital  Punish- 
ment, proving  its  right,  obligation,  and  expedi- 
ency, from  Scripture,  reason,  the  nature  of  things, 
and  the  history  of  mankind.  These,  together  with 
a  volume  under  the  name  of  "God's  Hand  in 
America,"  showing  a  governing  and  retributive 
providence  among  the  nations,  were  at  that  time 
given  to  the  press 

His  health  becoming  impaired  by  exhaustive  la- 
bors in  the  pulpit,  on  the  platform,  and  in  the 
press,  he  revisited  Europe  for  recreation  as  cor- 
respondent of  the  New  York  Evangelist  in  [84  l,  and 
gave  the  result  of  his   travels  to    the  public   in  vol 


Xii  INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 

umes  entitled,  "  Wanderings  of  a  Pilgrim  under 
the  Shadow  of  Mont  Blanc  and  Jung  Frau,"  issued 
in  repeated  editions  both  in  this  country  and  Great 
Britain.  Returning  after  an  absence  of  nearly  two 
years,  he  became  associated  in  the  editorship  of 
the  Evangelist.  At  the  same  time  he  yielded  to  the 
overtures  of  personal  friends  and  coadjutors  and 
united  in  the  formation  of  the  Church  of  the  Puri- 
tans in  New  York,  which  proved  such  an  impreg- 
nable fortress  of  Freedom  in  the  times  that  tried 
men's  souls,  soon  after  its  stately  walls  were  pro- 
videntially reared  on  Union  Square  in  1846.  Not 
long  after  this  he  became  associated  with  the  New 
York  Independent,  as  a  contributor,  along  with 
Leonard  Bacon,  Richard  S.  Storrs,  J.  P.  Thompson 
and  Joshua  Leavitt,  who,  over  their  several  initials, 
gave  it  the  richest  results  of  their  independent 
thinking,  at  a  time  when  its  merchant  proprietors 
tersely  informed  their  Southern  buyers  and  their 
pro-slavery  Northern  backers  that  "they  were  sell- 
ing their  goods ',  not  their  principles.*1 

This  period  was  one  of  great  spiritual  activity 
and  productiveness.  Beside  numerous  literary 
lectures,  special  discourses,  and  the  exactions  of 
pulpit  and  parish,  he  carried  through  the  press, 
"  Powers  of  the  World  to  Come,"  "  The  Hill  Diffi- 
culty and  Other  Allegories,"  "Windings  of  the 
River  of  the  Water  of  Life,"  "Voices  of  Nature  to 
Her  Foster-child,  the  Soul  of  Man,"  **  Voyage  to 
the  Celestial  Country,"  "The  Journal  of  the  Pil- 
grims," "  Lectures  on  Cowper,"  "  The  Right  of  the 
Bible  in  Common  Schools,"  "  God  Against  Slav- 
ery and  the  Duty  of  the  Pulpit  to  Rebuke  It." 


INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH.  xiii 

When  the  repeal  of  the  Missouri  compromise  by 
Congress  came,  the  Fugitive  Slave  Law,  the 
Kansas-Nebraska  Bill,  and  finally  in  1857  the  Dred- 
Scott  Decision  of  the  Supreme  Court,  denying  the 
right  of  Congress  to  prohibit  slave-holding  in  the 
Territories  of  the  Union,  and  proclaiming  it  as  the 
doctrine  of  our  Revolutionary  fathers  that  "  the 
negro  had  no  rights  that  white  men  were  bound 
to  respect,"  the  thunder  of  the  pulpit  of  the  Puri- 
tans was  heard,  and  its  protracted  peals  rever- 
berated through  the  political  heavens.  All  over 
the  land  its  voice  was  heard  through  the  Monday 
metropolitan  press,  reporting  its  burning  words, 
as  from  one  "  of  the  old  Hebrew  prophets  risen 
from  the  dead."  The  arraignment  of  the  Chief 
Justice  of  the  Supreme  Court,  out  of  the  Scrip- 
tures, in  the  name  of  Jehovah,  was  terrific  but  un- 
answerable:— 

"  A  prophet's  solemn  word; 
And  in  its  hollow  tones  were  heard 
The  thanks  of  millions  yet  to  be." 

It  was  whispered,  and  even  published  in  the  New 
York  Observer  that  the  preacher  at  Union  Square 
had  gone  mad,  and  that  his  proper  place  was  the 
lunatic  asylum.  But  he  held  on  with  a  lofty  cour- 
age and  tenacity,  level-headed  and  sublime,  his 
feet  unmovable  upon  the  Word  of  God,  which  he 
wielded  with  a  majesty  and  might  that  gave  his 
hearers  a  new  revelation  of  the  power  of  the  Bible, 
and  its  richness  of  resource  to  godly  ministers  and 
reformers  in  combating  the  sins  and  evils  of  the 
times. 


xtv  INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 

Not  all  the  church,  however,  could  bear  it ;  or 
the  stand  taken  by  the  pastor  in  defence  of  John 
Brown,  and  in  the  hospitality  given  to  the  radical 
Church  Anti-Slavery  Society,  whose  anniversaries 
were  held  in  the  Church  of  the  Puritans,  and  its 
position  of  non-fellowship  with  slave-holders  sus- 
tained by  the  pastor.  Aided  from  outside  an  effort 
was  made  to  dislodge  and  silence  the  preacher  by 
cutting  off  supplies  ;  and  a  number  withdrew  from 
the  church.  Early,  therefore,  in  the  summer  of  i860 
Dr.  Cheever  went  to  Great  Britain  with  a  commis- 
sion from  his  church  to  represent  its  position  to 
British  Christians  in  regard  to  emancipation  in 
America,  and  to  procure  co-operation  and  assistance 
in  holding  its  place.  In  his  absence,  an  ex -parte 
council  held  in  May,  1861,  after  hearing  the  state- 
ment of  certain  disaffected  and  suspended  mem- 
bers of  the  Church  of  the  Puritans,  recommended 
that  the  fellowship  of  the  Congregational  churches 
in  this  country  be  withdrawn  from  said  church. 
This  was  followed  by  a  recommendation  at  the 
annual  meeting  of  the  Church  Anti-Slavery  Society 
in  Boston,  May  29,  1861,  "to  all  Congregational 
pastors  and  churches  to  disregard  the  advice  of 
said  ex-parte  council,  to  regard  the  Church  of  the 
Puritans  as  a  sister  church  in  affliction,  and  to  re- 
gard the  action  of  said  council  as  erroneous, 
dangerous,  and  unscriptural." 

( )n  motion  of  Lewis  Tappan  it  was  also  resolved. 
"That  we  highly  approve  of  the  manly  and  Chris- 
tian efforts  made  by  the  Rev.  Dr.  Cheever,  during 
his  present  sojourn  in  Great  Britain,  in  advocating 
the  Christian  Anti-Slavery  movement  in  this  coun- 


IXTRODUCTORY  SKETCH.  xv 

try,  and  urging  also  upon  the  British  public  the 
duty  and  wisdom  of  not  recognizing  the  Southern 
Confederacy;  and  we  rejoice  that  God  has  raised 
up  and  sustained  that  eminent  and  beloved  brother, 
to  vindicate  the  cause  of  righteousness  in  his  own 
country  and  in  other  nations."  Rev.  Wm.  Good- 
ell,  in  successive  numbers  of  the  Pri?icipia,  re- 
viewed in  a  masterly  manner  the  "  result  "  of  the 
ex-parte  council  here  referred  to,  and  proved  its 
contrariety  to  the  genius  and  principles  and  usages 
of  Congregationalism,  and  the  conformity  of  the 
church  and  its  pastor  to  the  same. 

In  the  summer  of  1861  Dr.  Cheever  returned  to 
rehearse  in  the  pulpit  his  mission  to  Great  Britain, 
to  resume  the  moral  war  with  slavery,  and  to 
prove  and  apply  his  interpretations  of  God's  will 
and  Word,  by  the  stern  events  of  actual  war.  He 
preached  also  in  the  Senate  Chamber  and  Repre- 
sentatives' Hall,  Washington,  at  different  times  on 
"The  Rights  of  the  Colored  Race  to  Citizenship 
and  Representation  ;"  and  was  admitted  to  a  hear- 
ing by  the  President  conjointly  with  Rev.  Messrs. 
Goodell  and  Joselyn  ("Prime  Ministers  of  the 
Almighty,"  as  Lincoln  archly  called  them),  just 
prior  to  the  issuing  of  his  memorable  Emancipa- 
tion Proclamation.  At  the  same  time  lie  put  to 
press  an  elaborate  and  exhaustive  volume  of  four 

hundred  and  eighty  pages,  entitled  "  The  Guilt  of 
Slavery  and    the    Crime    of    Slave-holding  Demon- 
strated from   the  Hebrew  and  Greek  Scriptui 
the  substance  of  which  had  previously  appeared 

by  instalments  in  the  Bibliotheca  Sana. 

The  necessity  of  toning  public  sentiment  an 


XVI  INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 

securing  reconstruction  on  principles  of  absolute 
right  and  justice  continued,  and  up  to  the  year 
1867  when  he  closed  his  pastorate,  sermon  after 
sermon,  and  pamphlet  after  pamphlet  were  issued 
on  different  phases  of  public  affairs,  bearing  upon 
the  rights  of  the  Freedmen  and  the  duty  of  the 
nation  to  its  wards.  Most  of  them  were  first 
printed  in  the  columns  of  the  Principia,  which  was 
under  the  editorship  of  the  veteran  journalist,  Rev. 
Wm.  Goodell. 

After  resigning  his  pastorate,  Dr.  Cheever  re- 
tired from  the  active  ministry  and  settled  in  Engle- 
wood,  New  Jersey,  whence  he  issued  from  time  to 
time  forcible  applications  of  Divine  truth  to  pass- 
ing events  and  errors  of  the  day,  including  two 
volumes  upon  Inspiration  and  the  Internal  Evi- 
dence of  Christianity,  under  the  titles,  "  Faith, 
Doubt  and  Evidence,"  and  "  God's  Time-Piece  for 
Man's  Eternity."  He  holds  with  Spurgeon  and 
Moody  to  the  plenary  and  verbal  inspiration  of  the 
Holy  Scriptures,  and  that  if  preachers  will  have 
power  with  God  and  man,  they  must  take  the  whole 
Bible  as  the  Word  of  God.  "The  hiding  of  his 
power"  from  the  beginning  of  his  ministry  was  in 
his  personal  and  devout  grasp  of  the  Bible,  and 
the  strong  individuality  with  which  he  asserted  its 
truths  and  lessons,  and  its  right  to  reign  in  the 
state,  the  school,  the  family,  and  the  souls  of  men  ; 
ther  with  his  life-long  familiarity  with  the 
English  literature  of  the  age  of  King  James'  Ver- 
sion. It  was  his  classmate  Longfellow  who  said 
that  the  secret  studies  of  an  author  were  the 
sunken  piers  upon  which  was  to  rest  the  bridge  of 


INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH.  xvii 

his  fame,  spanning  the  dark  waters  of  oblivion. 
They  were  out  of  sight,  but  without  them  no 
superstructure  could  stand  secure. 

As  a  hymnologist  Dr.  Cheever  has  contributed 
to  devout  literature  some  of  the  sweetest  subject- 
ive hymns  in  our  English  tongue,  which  will  be  re- 
peated and  sung,  as  the  simple  breathings  of  peni- 
tence and  piety,  long  after  their  author  has  joined 
the  choir  celestial.  He  lived  to  have  it  frankly 
said  to  him  by  brethren  with  hoary  heads  who 
differed  so  widely  upon  the  Qucestio  vexatissima  of 
slavery  and  how  to  dispose  of  it,  "  You  were  right 
while  we  were  wrong."  He  would  seem  to  have 
been  the  man  above  all  others  to  have  written 
the  history  of  the  great  conflict  with  American 
slavery  from  the  orthodox  standpoint  on  the  side 
of  God.  Himself  making  history  in  his  providential 
position  and  relations,  the  materials  he  must  have 
accumulated  in  connection  witli  his  own  labors 
and  those  of  his  strong-minded,  brave  and  patient 
associate  of  the  Principia  gone  before,  cannot  be 
otherwise  than  immense.  Who  now  with  a  judicial 
and  discerning  mind,  shall  weave  them  into  the 
web  of  permanent  history  ?  His  was  the  mind  and 
vocation  of  Elijah  or  John  the  Baptist,  to  prepare 
the  way  of  the  Lord  and  make  His  paths  straight, 
to  hew  down  and  cast  into  the  tire  the  hoary 
wrongs  and  abuses  of  Society,  t<.  raise  Martello 
towers  and  great  landmarks  of  progress,  whereby 

the  downtrodden   toilers    and    slaves    of    caste   and 

oppression  mighl  see  their  way  t..  rise  and  run. 
"Cheever,"  said  Charles  Sumner,  "is  one  ..t   the 

iron  posts   in    the    balustrade    by    which    ;. 


xviii  INTRODUCTORY  SKETCH. 

You  know  that  when  a  carpenter  builds  a  staircase 
he  inserts  at  intervals  a  certain  number  of  iron  posts 
in  place  of  wood:  the  rest  are  pine,  put  in  not  for 
strength  but  only  for  looks.  The  iron  posts  are 
the  real  ones.  Well,  Cheever  is  one  of  these  iron 
supports  that  I  feel  when  I  get  hold  of  I  have  some- 
thing to  rely  on  while  I  am  striving  to  ascend  the 
great  staircase  of  life." 

It  was  not  in  the  Divine  decrees  that  the  over- 
throw of  proud  American  Slavery,  should  be  the 
peaceful  achievement  of  the  American  Church,  as 
Emancipation  in  the  British  West  Indies  was  the 
glorious  consummation  of  British  Christianity. 
But  honor  be  to  the  men  of  God,  who,  in  His 
name,  charged  the  guilt  of  slavery  and  the  crime 
of  slaveholding  upon  the  conscience  of  the  Church, 
rescued  the  Scriptures  from  its  sanction  and  de- 
fence, rolled  the  burden  of  its  suppression  by  moral 
and  legal  means  upon  the  Christian  Churches,  and 
strove  to  save  the  Nation  from  expiating  its  sin 
with  blood,  by  urging  timely  repentance  and  na- 
tional emancipation  at  the  command  of  God. 
Few  of  those  moral  heroes  now  survive.  It  was 
one  of  them,  beloved  and  honored,  that  closed  his 
eventful  life  in  peace,  at  Englewood,  New  Jersey, 
on  the  first  of  October,  1890, — Strong  in  the 
Faith,  giving  glory  to  God. 

He  is  gone.      Towards  their  goal 
World  and  Church  must  onward  roll: 
Far  behind  we  leave  the  past; 
Forward  are  our  glances  cast; 
Still  his  words  before  us  range 
Through  the  ages,  as  they  change. 

Arthur  P.  Stanley. 


ADDRESS  DELIVERED  AT  THE  FUNERAL* 
OF  THE  REV.  DR.  GEORGE  B.  CHEEVER 

BY  THE  REV.  DR.   H.  M.  BOOTH, 

At  Englewood,  N.  J.,  October  3,  1890. 

The  Psalmist's  reference  to  the  fruitfulness  of 
old  age  is  beautifully  confirmed  by  the  life  whose 
earthly  career  has  just  closed.  Of  the  righteous, 
the  Psalmist  said:  "They  shall  still  bring  forth 
fruit  in  old  age,"  and  of  Dr.  Cheever  it  may  be 
said  that  his  old  age  yielded  the  sweetest  fruit  of 
a  long  and  useful  life. 

This  fruit  was  ripened  and'  picked  and  tasted 
and  enjoyed  here  in  Englewood,  where  for  twenty 
years  he  had  his  home.  He  came  hither  after  the 
war  was  over — slavery  was  dead,  and  the  political 
relations  of  the  freedmen  had  been  constitution- 
ally recognized. 

He  had  won  the  battle,  in  which  he  had  been  a 
captain  of  no  mean  rank.  Old  issues  were  never 
interesting  to  him.     He  had  no  zeal  In  the  pursuit 

*  Funeral  services  were  held  in  the  Presbyterian  Church  ol 
Englewood  under  the  conduct  of  its  pastor,  Rev.  Dr.  Henry 
M.    Booth.     The  Scripture  reading  and  prayei  by  Rev.  Dr.  F.  J. 

Marling,  Secretary  of   the   ("hi    Alpha,   N .   Y.       Hymns.  "JeSUS, 

Lover  of  My  Soul,"  and  "  Forevei  with  the  Lord,"  by  the  choir. 
Interment  at  Greenwood  Cemetery. 

.\i.\ 


xx  FUNERAL  ADDRESS 

of  dead  lions.  The  present  aroused  him.  I  have 
often  tried  to  stir  up  the  eloquence  of  by-gone 
days  by  repeating  to  him  some  recital  of  oppres- 
sion in  the  South,  but  without  success.  He  would 
listen  attentively  while  I  was  speaking,  and  then 
would  exclaim,  "  Horrible  !  Horrible  !"  and  with 
the  next  breath  would  inquire  :  "  Do  you  happen 
to  have  in  your  library  Dean  Burgon's  article  on 
the  Revision  of  the  Bible,  or  any  of  Herbert  Spen- 
cer's works  ?"  Here  is  v/here  he  was  to  be  found. 
The  new  phases  of  religious  thought  appealed  to 
his  mind  and  provoked  intense  opposition.  He 
could  not  tolerate  them.  With  busy  pen  he  was 
engaged  day  and  night  in  efforts  to  meet  the 
arguments  which  he  regarded  as  dangerous,  and 
to  establish  the  doctrines  whose  divine  origin  was 
the  faith  of  his  entire  life.  Thus,  in  addition  to 
many  articles  for  the  press,  he  published  three 
large  volumes  upon  these  themes,  viz.:  "  Faith, 
Doubt,  and  Evidence,"  "God's  Timepiece  for 
Man's  Eternity,"  and  "  The  Voyage  to  the  Celestial 
Country."  It  is  understood  that  he  left  numerous 
manuscripts,  which  contain  his  best  thoughts  on 
the  great  subjects  of  present  interest. 

Since  the  death  of  Mrs.  Cheever — now  four 
years  ago — his  literary  activity  has  been  confined 
to  the  preparation  of  a  memorial  which  might 
serve  at  once  as  the  story  of  her  life  and  his  own. 
The  work  was  completed  and  in  the  printer's 
hand,S  when  his  failing  strength  admonished  him 
that  he  must  lay  aside  his  pen.  It  will  soon  be 
published,  and  will  doubtless  be  read  with  interest 
by  many  friends  and  admirers. 


BY    THE  REV.  DR.  H.  M.  BOOTH.         xxi 

Dr.  Cheever  preached  frequently.  His  sermons 
were  delivered  with  his  accustomed  energy,  and 
never  failed  to  interest  and  edify  his  hearers. 
They  were  his  old  Gospel  sermons,  which  have 
seldom  been  equalled,  never  surpassed,  in  the 
American  pulpit.  His  analyses  of  sin  and  his  pre- 
sentations of  the  glories  of  redemption  had  about 
them  the  terrific  power  of  Isaiah  with  the  gentle 
loveliness  of  John.  As  pastor  emeritus  of  the 
Church  of  the  Puritans  in  New  York,  he  met  the 
duties  by  a  special  lectureship  on  the  evidences  of 
Christianity  for  two  or  three  years,  but  his  un- 
willingness to  be  away  from  home  inclined  him 
soon  to  give  up  all  public  duties  in  the  city,  and 
to  confine  himself  to  work  at  his  desk  and  in  the 
neighboring  pulpits. 

The  fruitfulness  of  his  old  age  was  appreciated 
by  every  one  who  shared  Dr.  Cheever's  hospitality. 
At  his  own  table  he  was  always  genial,  entertain- 
ing, and  instructive.  It  was  his  pleasure  to  bring 
together  men  and  women  of  keen  intelligence  and 
large  sympathies  ;  and  then,  in  apparent  uncon- 
sciousness, he  would  become  the  centre  "I  the  lit- 
tle group,  pouring  out  his  earnest  thoughts  in 
strong,  terse  sentences,  and  often  forgetful  >>t 
tiie  physical  necessities  of  his  guests  in  the  enthu- 
siasm which  would  possess  him.  Arresting  the 
service  <>i  an  entertainment) dropping  the  knife  and 

fork  with    which    lie  was   carving    at    the    table,  lie 

would  lose  himself  completely  in  discourse,  until 
some  pleasant  reminder  of  his  wite  would  recall 
him  to  things  material  and  the  proper  demands  of 

the  hour.     No  one  who  has  been  welcomed  by  hira 


xxiv  FUNERAL  ADDRESS 

acts  of  his  life.  The  distilling  interest  was 
strongly  intrenched  in  New  England,  and  it  re- 
quired a  hero's  pluck  and  resolution  to  lead  a 
young  man  to  take  his  stand  in  opposition  thus  to 
public  sentiment  in  church  and  state.  But  the 
yonng  man  never  hesitated.  The  article  was  writ- 
ten and  published,  and  its  author  was  assaulted  on 
the  streets  and  cast  into  jail,  only  to  find  that  he 
had  made  himself  famous.  His  persecution  gave 
the  case  publicity.  The  temperance  reform  ap- 
pealed to  the  public  conscience;  and  now  there 
are  few  men  in  Church  or  State  who  are  ready  to 
press  the  advantages  of  unlimited,  distilling  or  to 
withhold  assent  to  the  proposition  that  the  drink- 
ing customs  of  society  are  largely  responsible  for 
crime,  pauperism,  and  degradation.  He  lived  to 
see  the  success  of  his  efforts  and  to  rejoice  in  the 
steady  onward  progress  of  temperance  views. 

With  this  reform  inaugurated,  he  turned  his  at- 
tention to  questions  of  liberty — the  freedom  of 
speech,  the  freedom  of  the  Bible,  and  the  freedom 
of  the  slave.  New  York,  and  other  cities  of  the 
Union,  heard  his  voice  for  years  in  advocacy  of 
freedom.  lie  was  denounced  and  threatened  and 
persecuted,  but  he  held  on  his  way. 

The  church  on  Union  Square  became  famous, 
lie  was  a  recognized  champion.  No  sooner  had 
emancipation  been  declared  than  he  insisted  upon 
suffrage  (<>r  the  freedman  and  then  forcivil  rights. 
\<>t  until  the  protective  laws  were  on  the  statute- 
books  did  he  arrest  hi^  earnest,  vehement  appeals. 
Thru  he  felt  that  his  life-work  was  accomplished, 
and  he  came  to  Englewood  to  rest. 


BY   THE  REV.  DR.  H.  M.  BOOTH.        xxv 

Here  God  gave  him  this  happy  old  age,  during 
which  lie  must  often  have  looked  with  gratitude 
upon  the  fair  land  whose  flag  floats  over  the  free — 
men  free  to  go  and  come,  free  to  read  and  reflect, 
free  to  speak  and  act — and  from  this  land  toothers 
the  influence  of  freedom  has  gone,  so  that  oppres- 
sions are  ceasing  and  men  are  beginning  to  realize 
their  manhood,  as  children  of  our  Father  God. 
His  has  been  a  supreme  service.  With  men  like- 
minded  ;  grandly  equipped  ;  he  has  led  the  way, 
and  we  have  followed.  His  advance  has  become 
our  inheritance.  We  stand,  with  one  consent, 
where  he  and  others  stood  in  solitude  and  agony 
of  spirit.  God  be  praised  for  giving  us  such  men 
for  such  a  crisis  !  God  be  praised  that  this  brave 
prophet  was  permitted  to  see  the  desire  of  his 
heart  in  the  prevalence  of  liberty  ! 

The  planting  of  this  growth  and  frn  it  fulness  was 
in  New  England,  where  he  was  born  at  Hallow  ell, 
Me.,  April  17,  1807.  His  father  was  a  publisher  of 
books,  and  his  grandfather  was  a  soldier- patriot, 
whose  blood  was  the  first  that  was  shed  in  the  War 
of  the  Revolution.  Marly  consecrated,  the  boy 
soon   consecrated    himself   to   Christ.      I  lis  life  was 

sanctified.     God's  grace  refined  it.     What  it  would 

have  been  it  Iw  had  not  become  a  Christian,  no 
one  can  say.  But  this  may  be  said,  that  without 
grace  it  would   have  lost    LtS  quality  Of  richness  and 

beauty,  whose  fruitfulness  has  made  old  age  at- 
tractive. God's  grace  must  explain  llis  servant's 
graces. 

Voung  Cheever  was  at   Bowdoin  College  in  the 

famous   class    ..i     1825     with     Longfellow,    Abbott, 


xxvi  FUNERAL  ADDRESS 

Hawthorne,  Cilley,  Sawtelle,  Bradbury,  and  other 
distinguished  men.  He  went  from  college  to  the 
seminary  at  Andover,  and  thence  to  preaching  ser- 
vice in  Newburyport,  Boston,  and  Salem,  where  he 
ultimately  settled.  After  a  visit  to  Europe  he  was 
called  to  New  York  in  1839,  an^  there  he  remained, 
in  different  positions  of  usefulness,  for  nearly  forty 
years. 

In  an  important  sense  he  was  ever  a  man  of  one 
idea,  and  that  one  idea  was  the  burning  application 
of  God's  truth  to  human  conditions.  His  intellect- 
ual powers  were  at  their  best  when  he  was  able  to 
focus  them  upon  a  great  wrong.  The  denuncia- 
tions which  then  poured  from  his  lips  were  terrific, 
lashing  the  consciences  of  men  like  a  scourge  of 
of  loaded  thongs.  Evil-doers  hated  him.  Horace 
Greeley  said,  on  introducing  him  upon  one  occa- 
sion, that  "  he  was  the  man  who  made  sinners 
miserable." 

The  Bible  was  God's  message  to  him.  He  ac- 
cepted its  verbal  inspiration.  A  "  thus  saith  the 
Lord  "  was  an  end  of  all  controversy.  He  was  a 
diligent  Biblical  student,  exhibiting  an  acquaint- 
ance with  the  letter  and  the  spirit,  especially  of  the 
Old  Testament,  which  appeared  even  in  his  familiar 
conversation.  When  he  visited  President  Lincoln, 
at  the  head  of  a  committee,  his  manner  drew  from 
the  President  the  remark  :  "  We  seem,  to-day,  to 
have  a  delegation  from  Jehovah."  But  this  in- 
tensity of  belief  was  the  strength  of  his  conviction, 
and  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand  lie  was  irresistible. 

Longfellow  once  said  :  "  Cheever  can  write  bet- 
ter poetry  than  I  can."     However  that  may  be,  his 


BY   THE  REV.  DR.  H.  M.  BOOTH.      xxvn 

poetry  is  more  than  rhyme.  He  had  the  poet's 
sympathy,  and  a  most  interesting  collection  of 
poems  and  hymns  might  be  formed  from  his  fugi- 
tive pieces  which  are  scattered  about  his  desk. 

But  he  has  passed  away,  and  his  works  do  fol- 
low him.  What  an  entrance  into  heaven  must  his 
have  been  !  Men  jeered  him  and  threatened  him 
here  below.  He  was  reproached  and  assailed. 
Oftentimes  his  devoted  wife  and  God,  his  Lord 
and  Master,  seemed  to  be  his  only  friends.  But 
now  the  end  has  come — the  hero  is  ready  for  his 
crown — the  celestial  gate  is  reached.  The  angels 
bid  him  welcome,  and  God,  even  his  own  God, 
whose  he  is  and  whom  he  has  served,  is  saying  : 
"  Well  done,  good  and  faithful  servant."  And  so 
he  realizes  that  the  light  afflictions,  which  are  but 
for  a  moment,  have  worked  for  him  a  far  more 
exceeding  and  eternal  weight  of  glory. 

NOTE. 

The  will  of  Rev.  Dr.  Cheever  was  proved  and  filed  in  the  sur- 
rogate's office  of  Bergen  County,  riackensack,  N.  J.,  October  15, 

It  bequeaths  the  sum  ot   £4  is  follows     I 

the  American  Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign  Missions; 
to  the  American  Home  Missionary  S  |  to  the 

American  Missionary  Associati*  %\  i"  the  American  Sea- 
men's Friend  Society;  $1000  to  the  Children's  Aid  Sociel 

Friendless  Hoys;    legacies    to  his  brother,   sister,    and  1>  Ul    nie.es 

to  the  amount  01  $12  $2<  al  friends  and  servants; 

for  the  expense  ot  reprinting  certain  works  <>t  the  author,  f 
The  homestead  real  estate  is  given  to  the  minor  son  ot  .1  nephew 
ot  the  testator's  deceased  wife,  under  the  condition  that  it 

reai  hing  tin-  age  of  twenty-five  years,  the  estai 
with  all  its  accumulations  to  the  American  Hoard  ot  1  ommis> 
sioners  tor  Foreign  Missions.      I  he  residuar)  legatees  are  the 
only  brother  and  sister  <>f  the  testator.      1  the  estate, 

Mis    Elizabeth  Cheever  Washburn;  her  attorn  Henry 

T.  Cheever. 


MEMORABILIA  OF  MRS.  CHEEVER 


INVOCATION  AND  PRELUDE. 

O  Giver  of  all  grace,  through  Christ,  Thy  Son, 

By  His  dear  Presence,  make  His  Life  our  own  ;— 
Without  such  bliss  left  homeless  and  forlorn, 

As  if  Heaven's  melodies  were  all  withdrawn  ! 
Forlorn!  The  word  is  like  a  tragic  bell, 

Muffled  and  tolled  as  for  the  Funeral  knell, 
What  time  the  dying,  slow  vibrations  tell 

Of  an  angelic  being,  loved  too  well : 
While  weeping  mourners  lay  the  beauteous  shell 

Of  that  Immortal  Essence  in  the  earth, 
Of  which  no  mind  can  gauge  the  eternal  worth. 

Lord,  let  the  memory  of  so  dear  a  spirit, 

Snatch'd  from  our  sight,  Thy  glory  to  inherit, 
Draw  us  away  from  every  love  but  Thine, 

That,  though  still  mourning,  we  may  not  repine 
But  each  may  say,  To  Thee  I  all  resign, 

And  make  the  songs  of  guardian  angels  mine. 
They  ring  us  out,  they  ring  us  in, 

Where  years  of  endless  life  begin, 
With  peals  of  melody  around. 

To  bear  us  on  their  wa  ;nd 

Up  to  the  gates  where  anthems  : 

That  waft  us  into  Paradise. 

Those  requiem  bells,  those  sa<  red  So 

Memorials  of  such  blissful  hours 
Lord,  make  their  loving  lessons  Powers 

I  I  endless  life  bey< >nd  the  tomb 
Predictions  darkened  by  no  gloom  ; 

Where  never  sin  <>r  death  can  come, 

Where  God  is  our    ETERNAL    HOME, 


xxx  INVOCATION  AXD  PRELUDE. 

Oh  lovely  flowers,  with  quaint  perfumes, 

So  bright,  so  fresh,  with  vivid  blooms! 
Ye  wear  the  seals  of  brighter  climes, 

As  plants  for  Resurrection  times ! 
Dear,  modest  flowers,  too  sweet  to  last, 

E'en  in  a  day  your  glory  past : 
Yet  never  with  such  light  serene, 

King  Solomon  in  glory  seen  ! 
Ye  toil  not,  neither  do  you  spin  ; 

Your  lowly  meekness  could  I  win, 
Content  with  breathing  God's  sweet  air, 

Mine  His  adoption,  His  my  care — 
I'd  wait,  the  season  through,  His  will, 

Xor  more  than  lilies  make  complaint, 
But  with  my  sweetest  fragrance  fill 

The  heart  of  each  adoring  saint. 

O  blessed  Saviour  !  let  us  show 

Some  proofs  of  Thy  Redeeming  Love. 
Some  tokens  of  Thy  grace  below, 

Before  we  reach  Thy  throne  above  ; 
That  burdened,  darkened  souls  may  see, 

What  boundless  mercy  God  can  give  : 
What  pardoning  grace,  so  full,  so  free. 

That  bids  the  Chief  of  Sinners  live! 
Then  all  the  petals  of  each  flower, 

On  earth  but  letters  of  Thy  praise, 
In  Paradise  shall  sing  the  Power 

And  endless  glory  of  Thy  grace. 

The  Morning  Star  foretells  the  Dawn, 

Till,  hidden  by  the  greater  Light, 
Beneath  the  veil  of  glory  drawn, 

It  waits  the  ministry  of  Night  ; — 
So  doth  our  lovely  rising  star. 

Forth  from  the  bosom  of  the  deep, 
With  undiminished  rays  afar, 

Its  gentle  watch  above  us  keep; 


INVOCATION  AXD  PRELUDE.          xxxi 

Though  hidden  by  the  morning  sun, 

As  all  the  midnight  orbs  are  shaded, 
Its  rosy  lustre  had  begun, 

Ere  the  first  star  of  evening  faded  ; 
And  then,  how  calm,  serene.  ;,nd  bright! 

Such  lustre  over  earth  and  ocean  ! 
Emblem  of  God's  transcendent  Light, 

Heaven's  radiance  for  the  soul's  devotion. 

Dear  Evening  Star,  whose  sacred  rays 

it  sanctify  a  world  of  care, 
And  rili,  with  sweet  ecstatic  prais 

Hearts  that  commune  with  (rod  in  Prayer! 
O  Sacred  Light,  how  blest  for  ti. 

Who  in  their  Saviour's  love 
And  thus  how  dear  the  memory  thrown, 

From  all  the  precious  virtues  known, 
Of  loved  ones  from  our  knowledge  flown, 

That  worship  now  before  Thy  throne! 
Though  lost  from  this  world's  v.  ht, 

They  wait  the  Resurrection  Morn  ; 
Their  heavenly  gra<  e  how  pure,  how  bright  ' 
We  too  may  watch,  and  wait  the  light 

That  shall  Eternity  adorn. 

But  n  ■  dear  to  me, 

I '.  on  earth  'twas  dear  to  I 

O  loved  one  from  our  p  — 

And 
'  h  i'->  trembli    . 

An-  emblems  <>f  Thy  puritj 

•  in. 

I  j  pilgrim  to  adorn 

With  ail  the  bl(  ►ssoms  <  <i  the  spring, 

That  May-days  I  i  the  children  bring. 
And  tiniest  Opening  buds  that  cling  ; 

violets  dear  I  lad  heart, 

IOU  art. 


xxxii        INVOCATION  AND  PRELUDE. 

The  evening  breezes,  whispering  by, 
Thy  loveliness  and  grace  recall  ; 

The  Summer  clouds,  the  Autumn  sky, 
The  crystal  dews  that  softly  fall, 

With  unseen  blessings  from  on  high; 
The  carol  of  the  birds,  and  all 

The  scenes  so  dear  that  greet  the  eye — ■ 
Reflect  a  Presence  that  hath  gone, 

A  sunset  light,  a  rosy  morn, 
No  more  our  pathway  to  adorn  ! 

Yet  now,  O  Lord  !  our  hearts  ascend 
To  Thee,  who  didst  such  blessings  lend. 

We  wait  the  Resurrection  Morn, 
Where  all  God's  Covenant  rainbows  blend  ; 

Transcendent  bliss  that  knows  no  end  ! 
In  Heaven's  Eternity  to  rind 

The  loved   one  now  from  sight  withdrawn 
Revealed,  an  Angel ! — so  designed  : 

Christ's  dying,  rising  glory  shown, 
His  Robe  of  Righteousness  put  on' 

Eternity's  transcendent  dress, 
The  radiant  likeness  of  His  face, 

Beyond  e'en  archangel  ic  grace. 
Through  the  whole  universe  to  be 

The  Wonder  of  Eternity. 

Lord,  by  such  love  alone  we  live, 
And  Thy  Redeeming  Grace  receive! 

The  sorrows  of  a  contrite  heart 

Are  pearls  Thou  only  canst  impart; 
O  grant  the  gift  our  needs  require, 

Of  hearts  with  Christ's  dear  love  on  fire, 
Earth's  countless  mourners  to  inspire, 

With  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  indwelling 

O  boundless  Miracle  of  Grace, 
Thine  offered  mercy  to  embrace, 

And  see  Thy  glory  face  to  face  I 


INVOCATION  AND  PRELUDE.      xxxiii 

Thy  sufferings  were  our  Life's  beginning  ; 
Thy  death  shall  keep  our  Life  from  sinning, 

Thy  precious  all-atoning  blood, 
Poured  forth,  to  bring  our  souls  to  God  ! 

Nor  Death,  nor  Hell,  from  Thee  shall  ever 
One  impulse  of  our  being  sever  ! 

O  blissful  Life  in  Thine  abode, — 
The  life  that's  hid  with  Christ  in  God? 


MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 


CHAPTER   I. 

Early  Life  and  Education.  —  A  Religious  Experience.  — 
Social  and  Religious  Circles  of  Friendship  and  Endear- 
ment.—  The  Love  of  Children,  the  Love  of  Nature, 
and  a  Refined  and  Cultivated  Imagination. 

r  I  ^HE  subject  of  these  imperfect  sketches  was 
■*■  born  in  1814,  in  Middletown,  Conn.,  the 
daughter  of  Mr.  Samuel  Wetmore,  who  removed 
afterwards  with  his  family,  first  to  Providence, 
R.  I.,  and  thence  to  New  York  City. 

From  early  childhood  she  was  the  subject  of  a 
deep  religious  experience,  which  manifested  itself, 
at  a  later  period  and  throughout  her  whole  life, 
in  a  tender  and  affectionate  solicitude  for  the 
Christian  training  of  all  persons  who  were  thrown 
upon  her  care,  or  who  might  Ik-  brought  within 
her  influence.     The  simplicity  and   trustful n<  I 

a  little   child   were   uninterrupted    characteristics 
of  her  nature,  and   at   the   same  time  tin-  tend 
Sympathy   with    the    sensibilities    and    helples 


4  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

of  children,  and  especially  a  sense  of  their  need 
of  constant  gentleness,  and  affectionate  and  watch- 
ful kindness.  These  lovely  qualities  endeared 
her  to  all,  and  at  the  same  time  were  an  unerring 
guide  as  to  the  right  method  of  their  education 
from  infancy.  In  teaching  them  she  became  as 
one  of  them,  as  much  their  pupil  as  they  each 
were  hers,  so  that  they  were  unconsciously  re- 
ceiving her  example,  and  the  radiance  of  her 
character,  into  their  hearts ;  as  unconsciously 
and  unsuspectingly  as  if  she  were  one  of  their 
own  playmates.  It  was  a  fulfilment  of  the  say- 
ing, "  And  a  little  child  shall  lead  them." 

There  was  an  equally  kind  and  careful  regard 
to  the  moral  and  religious  welfare  of  the  do- 
mestics attached  to  her  own  household,  whom, 
as  members  of  the  family,  she  was  accustomed  to 
teach,  as  opportunity  offered,  by  conversation,  by 
the  reading  of  instructive  books  to  them,  by 
religious  lessons,  and  also  by  the  cultivation  of  a 
sense  of  natural  beauty,  —  leading  them  to  notice 
and  admire  the  landscapes,  the  sunsets,  the 
flowers,  the  forests,  and  the  heavens  declaring 
the  glory  of  God ;  thus  awakening  their  attention 
and  elevating  their  thoughts  and  affections,  be- 
sides making  them  feel  that  the  household  was 
a   home    of  mutual    instruction,   and   of  cheerful, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  5 

willing    service    for    all,    as    equal    sharers    in    the 
mercy  and   love  of  our   Father  in   Heaven. 

In  the  place  of  her  birth,  as  well  as  among  the 
companions  of  her  school  days  and  studies,  there 
were  given  from  God  the  gracious  influences  of 
his  Holy  Spirit,  attendant  on  the  ministry  of  the 
Gospel,  with  the  teaching  of  the  children  by  the 
constant  presentation  of  Divine  truth.  The  life  of 
President  Olin,  and  his  experience  in  the  training 
of  his  students  and  his  household,  presented  ex- 
amples of  the  Divine  blessing  upon  his  faithfulness 
that  were  exceedingly  animating  and  encouraging. 
We  can  never  forget  the  impression  made  upon 
the  mind  by  the  remarkable  death  of  his  little 
child  in  infancy.  President  Olin  was  himself  sick 
and  feeble,  and  confined  to  his  house.  The  babe, 
just  beginning  to  lisp  and  understand  the  earliest 
words  of  childhood,  was  in  the  cradle,  and  the 
father  was  walking  to  and  fro  by  its  side.  Tin- 
babe  had  been  ill,  but  was  not  imagined  danger- 
ously so.  Suddenly  the  little  one  asked  to  be- 
taken from  the  cradle  into  its  father's  arms 
the  President  took  the  child,  and  continued  his 
walk  to  and  fro,  the  mother  all  tin-  while  looking 
<>n    with    anxious    feeling    for    both.      Dr,    olin 

paused    for   a   moment,   when   tin-    little    "in-    whis- 
pered   to    him,    looking    up    in    his    face,    '*  Papa, 


6  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS, 

kiss  baby !  "  The  father  gave  his  child  a  sweet 
kiss.  Then  the  little  one  said  again,  "  Mamma, 
kiss  baby !  "  And  then  a  few  moments  after,  it 
looked  up  to  heaven  and  exclaimed,  "  Now,  God, 
take  baby !  "  and  immediately  died  in  its  father's 
arms. 

Of  this  most  affecting  incident  there  could  be  no 
question.  It  had  an  overwhelming  effect  upon  the 
afflicted  parents  !  But  what  a  proof —  and  who 
could  doubt  it?  —  of  the  communion  between  the 
little  immortal  babe  and  its  ever-living  God  and 
Saviour  !  And  who  can  tell  how  early  in  the  dawn 
of  the  dear  child's  opening  intellect  the  knowledge 
of  God  its  Creator  had  been  revealed  to  the  soul? 

Our  early  New  England  villages  were  a  sweet 
rural  region  for  the  discipline  of  our  childhood  in 
freedom  and  security,  away  from  many  of  the 
great  temptations  of  a  modern  city.  The  chil- 
dren of  our  households  were  accustomed  to  the 
example  and  discipline  of  a  religious  life  and  edu- 
cation, on  which  not  only  the  issues  of  our  earthly 
being,  but  our  characters  and  places  of  habitation 
in  the  future  world,  may  entirely  depend.  It  was 
the  intermingling  of  scenes  of  natural  beauty  with 
abodes  of  domestic  and  spiritual  training,  in  the 
habits  of  industry,  and  of  social  enjoyment  with 
Sabbath  piety  and  happiness,  to  the  memory  and 


FAITH,  HOPE,  A  AD  LOVE.  7 

power  of  which  the  beginners  in  such  a  pilgrimage, 
and  even  those  who  afterwards  might  have  become 
estranged  from  such  endearing  circles,  always  re- 
turned ;  revisiting  them  even  in  dreams,  however 
distant  might  have  become  their  separation  from 
such  early  and  delightful  experiences  of  home, 
under  such  affectionate  and  Christian  discipline  of 
heart  and  mind.  Such  a  life  was  not  uncommon, 
together  with  many  a  sweet  Pilgrim's  Progress  as 
far  as  the  House  Beautiful,  even  before  the  begin- 
ning of  any  knowledge  of  the  Valley  of  Humiliation, 
or  the  dungeons  of  Giant  Despair. 

So  it  was  that  in  the  charming  localities  of  Mid- 
dletown  and  Providence,  in  Connecticut  and  Rhode 
Island,  there  were  to  be  found  those  attractive 
rural  scenes,  and  social  privileges,  and  examples  of 
religious  and  domestic  happiness,  which  united  to 
form  some  of  the  most  delightful  characters  that 
could  be  imagined  in  our  earthly  existence.  The 
New  England  educational  training  of  the  children 
in  our  public  schools  (the  Bible  of  our  childhood 
not  then  having  been  condemned  to  exile)  made 
conscientious,  sturdy  and  fearless  citizens,  self- 
denying,  self-relying,  and  prepared  to  maintain  all 

the  freedom  and  co-equal  rights  of  men,  women, 
and  children,  such  as  our  earliest  ancestors  brought 

with  them  in  the  "  Mayflower " 


8  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Can  we  conceive  of  any  arrangement  so  benevo- 
lent, so  full  of  divine  mercy  to  a  lost  race,  as  that 
of  social  and  domestic  instruction  and  intelli- 
gence, through  the  reason,  the  heart,  and  the  affec- 
tions, grounded  in  the  gospel  of  Christ,  with  its 
sacred  ministrations  attended  by  the  Holy  Spirit, 
in  the  children  thus  early  brought  to  the  knowl- 
edge of  their  Saviour?  In  the  serene  parental 
faithfulness  of  Christian  believers,  such  a  method 
of  training  the  children  for  God's  work  on  earth 
and  his  presence  in  heaven  was  not  unusual. 
Consequently  we  had  the  reality  of  early  Christian 
friendships  and  attachments,  never  to  be  sundered 
or  forgotten,  with  all  their  affectionate  ties  and 
sympathies  entwined  and  continued  through  life. 
The  histories  and  trials  of  our  Puritan  ancestors, 
both  in  England  and  America,  are  very  sacred 
and  precious  in  our  memories,  especially  the  con- 
stancy and  Christian  heroism  and  steadfastness  of 
those  who  prepared  and  sustained  us  in  the  prin- 
ciples of  our  Revolutionary  conflicts. 

So  that  it  might  have  been  said  of  the  morning 
of  our  early  life,  as  in  the  blissful  promise  of  the 
One  hundred  anil  tenth  Messianic  Psalm,  "  From 
tin-  womb  of  the  morning  Thou  hast  the  dew  of  thy 
youth."  Never  in  the  history  of  mankind  was 
any   nation    so    ushered    into    the    existence    of   a 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  9 

perfect  liberty  and  religion  ;  with  the  children  from 
their  infancy,  so  trained  under  the  government 
of  God,  and  apparently  so  conscientiously  de- 
voted to  his  revealed  will.  For  the  early  rever- 
ential discipline  of  the  people  in  their  households, 
in  their  schools,  and  even  in  their  town  meet- 
ings and  political  gatherings  through  the  week, 
together  with  the  sacred  Sabbaths  of  God,  and 
the  holy  evangelical  preaching  of  their  best  min- 
isters, attended  with  revivals  of  religion  through 
the  outpouring  of  the  Holy  Spirit,  as  in  the  time 
of  Edwards  in  Northampton,  and  the  consequent 
quickening  and  refreshment  of  the  religious  life 
throughout  the  best  and  most  intimately  related 
circles  of  New  England,  were  such  marvels 
of  grace  that  they  might  well  have  appeared  in- 
tended to  bring  us  to  the  eve  of  the  long-predicted 
and  prayed-for  reign  of  the  universal  kingdom  of 
Christ  on  earth.  Indeed,  out  of  all  this  smoking 
flax  came  forth  the  flame  of  missionary  zeal  kin- 
dled in  Williams  College,  and  now  flaming  through 
the  world. 

So  that  there  seemed  for  a  season  no  other  such 
scenes  and  epochs  transacted  in  the  world  .is  those 
that  were  the  results  of  the  training  of  the  children 
in  the  keeping  of  the-  Sabbath,  and   the  teachil 
the  Gospel  in  our  daily  schools,  and  the  supremacy 


IO  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

of  the  Bible  over  all  our  legislative  processes  and 
governmental  authorities.  But  these  mercies,  and 
all  vestiges  and  remembrances  of  them,  would  soon 
be  swept  from  the  face  of  the  earth  by  the  su- 
premacy of  political  and  social  atheism  and  ingrati- 
tude, denying  and  defying  the  covenant  of  God's 
mercy  which  requires  and  depends  upon  the 
training  of  each  generation  in  the  knowledge  and 
obedience  of  God's  Word. 

Thus  by  God's  mercy  it  was  that  in  the  rural 
towns  of  Providence  and  Middletown  the  earliest 
childhood  of  my  dear  wife  was  nurtured;  and 
her  love  of  Nature,  together  with  her  habits  of 
early  piety  were  confirmed  by  the  culture  and 
companionship  of  the  pupils  in  the  schools  where 
the  gospel  <>f  Christ,  with  its  sanctifying  and  saving 
truths,  was  freely  and  fully  taught.  There  had 
then  gone  forth  from  our  rulers  no  atheistic  re- 
script excluding  the  Bible  and  religion  from  our 
common  schools ;  and  those  schools  were  par- 
takers of  the  influences  of  the  Holy  Spirit,  by 
which  the  revivals  of  religion  were  characterized, 
and  out  of  which  arose  so  many  of  the  sweet  Chris- 
tian friendships  never  to  be  interrupted  on  earth, 
and  promised  to  be  renewed  in  heaven. 

The  Letters  of  friendship  in  the  correspondences 
thai    grew    «>ut    of    such    early    intimacies    of    the 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  II 

heart's  best  affections  were  sweet  proofs  of  the 
power  of  the  domestic  circles  in  New  England  at 
that  period.  The  infinitely  precious  influences  of 
the  Holy  Spirit  may  be  expected  to  attend  our 
system  of  common-school  instruction,  with  all  the 
domestic  and  social  blessings  consequent  thereon, 
if  the  Word  of  God  and  the  regenerating  truths  of 
the  Gospel  be  taught,  but  never  without  them, 
never  under  the  rule  of  the  exclusion  of  the  Scrip- 
tures. When  that  ungodly  power  of  irreligious 
prepossession  is  granted  by  popular  vote  to  the 
despotism  of  our  rulers,  our  piety  and  our  inde- 
pendence will  have  ceased,  and  we  shall  be  a 
mockery  and  contempt  throughout  the  world. 

"  What,  my  dear  cousin,"  exclaimed  my  be- 
loved wife,  in  one  of  her  affectionate  letters  to  her 
dearest  relative  in  Europe,  —  "  what  can  be  more 
beautiful  than  a  united,  happy  family ;  and  what  a 
foreshadowing  of  that  home  in  heaven,  where  all 
is  love  and  joy  unending,  unalloyed  !  I  am  so 
glad  you  are  so  happy  in  your  loved  ones." 

The  writer  proceeds  with  warm  expressions  of 
affectionate  sympathy  in  their  uninterrupted  friend- 
ship and  love,  and  delight  in  the  continuance  of  the 
happiness  of  those  so  dear  to  her,  and  in  the  assur- 
ance of  their  reciprocal  attachment,  and  then  refers 
to  some  possible  mistaken  impressions  that  might 


12  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

have  been  received  in  regard  to  the  discipline  and 
education  of  a  family. 

"  In  one  of  your  letters,  dear  cousin,  I  thought 
you  seemed  to  have  received  some  erroneous  im- 
pressions of  my  habit  of  imparting  knowledge 
and  instruction  to  my  servants,  as  if  the  habit 
were  a  singularity  and  weakness,  and  an  uncalled- 
for  stretch  of  benevolence.     This  could  never  be  ! 

"  I  was  led  to  it  by  reflecting  on  the  neglect,  al- 
most universal,  of  Christian  families  to  provide 
their  servants,  whom  God  had  committed  to  their 
care,  with  spiritual  and  mental  food  for  the  eleva- 
tion of  their  immortal  natures.  In  many  cases 
servants  are  left  entirely  uninstructed  and  un- 
guarded, as  if  they  were  not  responsible  beings. 
This  is  especially  the  case  with  Roman  Catholic 
servants,  who  are  left  to  the  entire  dominion  of 
their  priests,  who  keep  them  in  ignorance  of  the 
Bible,  and  of  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ  their  only 
Saviour." 

Concerning  an  impression  that  seemed  to  have 
been  entertained  as  to  the  kind  of  reading  and 
information  with  which  my  dear  wife  endeavored 
to  instruct  her  household,  she  says:  "The  sup- 
1  fiction  and  poetry  that  some  would  have  me 
drop,  <lc.tr  cousin,  are  such  books  as  would  make 
important  spiritual  and   historical   truths   attractive, 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  13 

—  such  books,  for  example,  as  those  volumes  of 
1  Hebrew  Heroes,'  by  A.  L.  O.  E.,  and  biographies 
of  eminently  happy  and  useful  Christian  men, 
women,  and  children  in  their  pilgrimage  through 
an  earthly  life  of  mutual  enjoyments  and  trials, 
blessings  and  duties ;  creating  a  taste  for  something 
higher  and  better  than  the  mass  of  dime  novels 
now  flooding  the  country,  and  with  which  the 
servants  are  abundantly  supplied,  and  conse- 
quently, for  want  of  better  reading  and  instruction, 
are  in  many  cases  allured  and  corrupted  both  in 
morals  and  manners. 

"  I  have  learned  recently,  to  my  great  gratifi- 
cation, in  perusing  the  large  '  Memorial  Ancestral 
Volume  of  the  Wetmore  Family,'  that  some  of  my 
good  ancestors  in  early  days  were  in  the  habit  of 
rearing  and  instructing  their  servants  in  the  prin- 
ciples of  the  Gospel,  and  by  those  teachings  were 
instrumental  in  making  their  lives  good  and  useful 
here  on  earth,  and  preparing  them  for  the  life  to 
come  in  heaven.  I  think  I  may  have  inherited  the 
desire  from  them  to  be  thus  useful,  and  hope  I  may 
be  as  successful  in  my  own  efforts  for  such  results. 

"  For  I  feel  happy  in  SO  laboring,  and  1  think 
their  example  worth  following.  The  good  and 
gifted  Aunt  Whittlesey,  my  grandfather's  half 
sister,  and  Fred.  Chauncej  ndmother,  was  an 


14  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

example,  and  her  household  was  esteemed  a  model 
Christian  home,  and  she  was  treated  by  the  ser- 
vants with  the  greatest  deference  and  respect.  I 
wish  you  could  see  the  volume  to  which  I  have 
referred ;  for  it  dates  far  back,  and  gives  a  most 
interesting  account  of  Colonial  times,  and  of  the 
early  settlers  in  the  Connecticut  Colony." 

In  the  same  volume  (pages  320  to  324)  there  is 
a  record  of  the  life  of  Judge  William  Wetmore,  of 
Middlctown,  Conn.,  who,  with  his  wife  and  four 
children,  emigrated  to  Ohio  in  June,  1804:  "  The 
Indians  were  then  very  numerous  in  that  section 
of  the  country;  but  Judge  Wetmore's  conscien- 
tious dealings  with  them  made  them  his  faithful 
friends.  It  was  his  practice  always  to  have  the 
Indians,  in  a  trade,  name  their  own  terms.  If  the 
terms  suited,  he  would  conclude  the  bargain ;  if 
not,  he  would  not;  never  allowing  himself  to  ban- 
ter with  them.  In  this  way  he  retained  their  con- 
fidence, and  avoided  the  charge  of  'cheating  poor 
Indian.'  As  might  be  expected,  he  enjoyed  their 
friendship  and  esteem ;  so  much  so  that  they  con- 
sidered it  a  crime  to  steal  from  him. 

"At  the  commencement  of  our  war  with  England 
in  1 81 2,  a  British  officer,  in  the  disguise  of  an  In- 
dian, came  to  the  chief  of  the  Indian  village 
situated  on  Lake  Pleasant,  not  far  from  the  rcsi- 


FAITH,   HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  I  5 

dence  of  Judge  Wetmore,  and  proposed  to  the 
chief  to  join  the  English,  and  for  such  services 
they  would  restore  all  the  land  that  the  American 
Government  had  bought  from  them,  to  which  they 
assented.  But  when  they  were  told  it  was  neces- 
sary for  them  to  massacre  Judge  Wetmore  and 
other  Americans  in  the  neighborhood,  the  chief 
and  his  warriors  refused,  saying  that  he  '  had  been 
good  to  poor  Indian! 

"  Up  to  the  time  of  his  death  he  was  a  general 
counsellor  in  matters  of  the  law,  especially  for  the 
poor,  although  he  never  appeared  at  the  bar  as  an 
advocate.  His  counsel  was  always  gratis,  and  was 
in  effect  generally  for  his  clients  to  keep  out  of  the 
law  and  settle  amicably. 

"  He  was  much  respected  in  Northern  Ohio,  and 
like  his  brother  Seth,  was  truly  conscientious,  never 
pursuing  the  wrong  when  he  knew  the  right. 
Among  other  enterprises  the  Judge  was  engaged 
in  was  that  of  distilling.  On  a  certain  Sunday 
morning  he  was  observed  by  his  family  to  be 
reading  a  tract  with  much  apparent  interest 
After  dinner  he  returned  to  a  perusal  of  tin- 
same,  and  at  supper-time  his  assiduity  in  perusing 
the  tract  was  explained.  Soon  after  sitting  down 
at  the  tea-table  the  Judge  said,  '  Boys!  '  address- 
ing his  sons,  'what  sort  of  a  sheep-pen  will  the 


1 6  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

still-house  make  if  moved  upon  the  rising 
ground?'  The  question  puzzled  his  sons,  but 
after  a  little  conversation  it  was  explained,  and 
it  was  decided  to  commence  the  following  morn- 
ing removing  the  still-house  for  the  purpose  of  a 
sheep-pen,  instead  of  lighting  the  fires  at  midnight, 
as  was  the  custom.  This  was  brought  about,  as 
the  sequel  proved,  by  the  Judge  having  been 
engaged  during  the  day  in  reading  the  now  an- 
tique tract  entitled  '  Enquire  at  Deacon  Giles's 
Distillery.'  " 

The  reading  of  that  very  tract  proved  afterwards 
one  of  the  providences  on  which  depended  so 
greatly  the  future  happiness  and  usefulness  of  my 
whole  life.  It  led  to  my  first  acquaintance  with 
Miss  Wetmore,  through  the  circumstance  of  her 
becoming — by  the  friendship  of  her  very  dear 
friend  Mrs.  Washington  —  a  pupil  with  a  class  of 
young  ladies  attendant  on  a  course  of  lectures  by 
myself,  on  the  History  of  English  Literature  from 
Alfred  and  WyclifFe  and  Tyndale  and  the  Reform- 
er- and  Bunyan  and  Sir  Walter  Raleigh  and  the 
poet-  and  prose-writers,  down  to  Addison  and  Irv- 
ing and  Goldsmith  and  Burke.  The  preparation 
of  those  lectures  was  a  constant  delight  to  me. 
Hut  who  could  have  imagined  that  it  might  be- 
conn-  the  determination  of  my  happiness  through 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND   LOVE.  1 7 

life  !     I  am  reminded  of  Cowper's  beautiful  poem, 
so  exquisitely  beautiful  and  true ! 

"  Mysterious  are  His  ways,  whose  power 
Brings  forth  that  unexpected  hour, 
When  minds  that  never  met  before, 
Shall  meet,  unite,  and  part  no  more. 
It  is  the  allotment  of  the  skies, 
The  hand  of  the  Supremely  Wise, 
That  guides  and  governs  our  affections, 
And  plans  and  orders  our  connections; 
Directs  us  in  our  distant  road, 
And  marks  the  bounds  of  our  abode. 
So  day  by  day,  and  year  by  year, 
Will  make  the  dark  enigma  clear  ; 
And  furnish  us  perhaps  at  last, 
Like  other  scenes  already  past, 
With  proof  that  we  and  our  affairs 
Are  part  of  a  Jehovah's  cares. 
For  God  unfolds,  by  slow  degrees, 
The  purport  of  his  deep  decrees, 
Sheds  every  hour  a  clearer  light, 
In  aid  of  our  defective  sight, 
And  spreads  at  length  before  the  soul 
A  beautiful  and  perfect  whole, 
Which  busy  man's  inventive  brain 
Toils  to  anticipate  in  vain. 

Say,  loved  one,  had  you  never  known 
The  beauties  of  a  rose  full  blown. 
Could  you,  though  luminous  yOUl 
By  looking  on  the  bud.  descry, 
Or  guess,  with  a  prophetic  power. 

The  future  splendor  of  tin-  flowei 


1 8  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Just  so  the  Omnipotent,  who  turns 

The  system  of  a  world's  concerns 

From  mere  minutiae  can  educe 

Events  of  most  important  use, 

And  bid  a  dawning  sky  display 

The  blaze  of  a  meridian  day. 

The  works  of  man  tend,  one  and  all, 

As  needs  they  must,  from  great  to  small ; 

And  vanity  absorbs  at  length 

The  monuments  of  human  strength. 

But  who  can  tell  how  vast  the  plan 

Which  this  day's  incident  began? 

Too  small,  perhaps,  the  slight  occasion 

For  our  dim-sighted  observation. 

It  passed  unnoticed,  as  the  bird 

That  cleaves  the  yielding  air  unheard  ; 

And  yet  may  prove,  when  understood, 

A  harbinger  of  endless  good." 

A  deep,  exquisite,  grateful  delight  in  the  beau- 
tics  of  natural  scenery  was  always  a  source  of 
happiness  in  my  dear  wife's  habitual  traits  of  char- 
acter. She  enjoyed  the  cultivation  of  a  sense  of 
the  beautiful  and  grand  in  the  opening  minds  of 
children.  The  love  of  Nature  was  a  ruling  clement 
of  her  <nvn  creative  imagination,  —  a  power  which, 
in  whatever  degree  it  maybe  possessed,  is  an  origi- 
nal endowment  of  the  soul,  a  divine  gift,  along  with 
that  of  the  idea  and  sense  of  Eternity,  and  com- 
bining, for  its  highest  exercise,  clearness  of  percep- 
tion,  purity   and    power  o{  conscience,  judgment, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  1 9 

refinement  of  taste,  and  deep  religious  veneration. 
It  is  thus  a  faculty  greatly  dependent  for  its  devel- 
opment on  careful  discipline,  example,  and  instruc- 
tion, but  always  essential  to  the  highest  genius, 
and  a  source  of  the  purest  intellectual  and  devo- 
tional pleasure. 

A  delicate,  judicious  perception  of  the  qualities 
of  excellence  in  literature  and  art  is  more  de- 
pendent upon  this  mental  and  emotional  en- 
dowment, and  its  careful  education,  than  almost 
any  other  possession.  Besides  being  essential  to 
the  perfection  of  a  moral  and  religious  nature,  it 
is  a  pure  and  life-long  fountain  of  domestic 
happiness,  and  will  always  take  a  commanding 
authority  among  all  the  means  of  usefulness  in 
our  earthly  state.  It  is  next  to  a  spiritual  ac- 
quaintance with  the  word  of  our  Heavenly  Fa- 
ther, when  we  have  learned  to  look  through 
Nature  up  to  Nature's  God.  In  neither  case 
could  we  have  done  this,  unless  God  had  origi- 
nally set  the  idea  of  his  own  eternity  in  the  hu- 
man mind  and  heart.  There  could  never  have 
been  the  idea  of  God  without  the  kindred  idea 
of  eternity. 

The  following  stanzas  are  in  my  dear  wife's 
handwriting,  and  were  the  simple  expression  in 
brief  of  Irt  own  feelings:  — 


20  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

How  thankless  art  thou, 
Child  of  Man, 

For  favors  that  abound  ! 
Thy  God  hath  given  thee  eyes  to  scan 

The  glory  all  around, 
Yet  seldom  for  this  priceless  sight 
Hast  thou  been  heard  to  praise  aright. 
This  world  's  not  all  a  fleeting  show, 

For  man's  delusion  given  ; 
For,  from  his  station  here  below, 
Bright  prospects  rise,  high  duties  flow, 

That  show  him  heir  of  heaven  ! 

Writing  immediately  afterwards  to  some  dear 
correspondent,  appreciating  her  own  delight  in 
the  beautiful  scenes  unfolding  all  around  her,  she 
adds  her  own  experience,  as  follows :  — 

"  I  cannot  tell  you  how  I  enjoy  this  rural  life. 
To  me  beautiful  fields  and  flowers  and  May  weather 
and  lovely  walks  are  almost  as  intoxicating  and 
reviving  as  they  were  in  early  youth ;  and  the  far 
brighter  sun  of  another  life  seems  to  illumine  all. 
In  every  sweet  and  lovely  view  I  sit  and  look 
over  the  leafy  woods,  the  running  stream  below 
sweetly  murmuring  in  my  ear.  A  peace  and  rest 
mingled  with  sadness,  even  miy  lonely  rambles  and 
revellings  in  the  luxuriant  beauty  of  these  lanes 
and  fields,  how  soothing,  how  enchanting!  How 
T  wish  you  could  see  the  loveliness  of  Nature  all 
around!      At   this   time  one   always   fancies  every 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  21 

spring  more  beautiful  than  before,  but  surely  it  is 
so  this  spring.  The  perfume  of  the  flowers,  the 
birds  among  the  trees,  their  morning  notes  and 
evening  !  To-day  is  perfectly  lovely  !  Alone  here, 
in  this  peaceful  nook,  with  the  cloudless  sky  above, 
and  the  sweet  new-mown  grass,  and  the  thousand 
birds  warbling  in  one's  ears,  and  bright  flowers 
around,  it  makes  the  soul  bound  upward  with 
delight.  The  gleams  of  sunshine  playing  through 
the  dark  foliage,  and  the  beautiful  dawning  of  the 
summer  mornings,  and  the  glorious  sun  that  sheds 
its  light  on  all  around,  seem  truly  the  outward 
types  of  the  blessed  resurrection,  always  renewed 
that  it  may  be  habitual  in  our  view.  The  scenery 
is  surpassingly  lovely.  It  combines  all  I  could 
wish  to  enhance  this  quiet,  peaceful  life.  What  if 
the  thread  of  our  existence  were  snapped  asunder, 
and  the  thinking  soul  translated  to  the  realm-  »>t 
light  before  it  had  become  conscious  of  darkness  ! 
How  the  endearing  ways  of  children  twine  them- 
selves around  my  heart!  I  cannot  refrain  from 
sending  you  a  small  offering  at  tin-  season,  when 
I  have  so  much  cause  for  thankfulness.  Marriage 
is  a  type  of  the  union  between  Christ  a\m\  his 
Church,  as  being  the  closest  and  most  enduring 
of  all  those  relations  which   God    h.i     appointed 

here   below." 


22  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 


CHAPTER    II. 

The  Right  of  the  Bible  in  our  Common  Schools.  —  Estab- 
lishment of  the  Home  for  Friendless  Boys  in  New 
York  City. — Visits  to  the  Poor  Women  in  the  City 
Prison.  —  The  Power  of  Sympathy.  —  Recollections 
and  Portraitures  of  Mrs.  Cheever's  Character  and 
Life  by  some  of  her  dearest  Friends. 

1\  /TY  dear  wife's  convictions  were  heartfelt  and 
-L*^  profound  in  regard  to  the  necessity  and 
blessedness  of  a  prevenient,  foreseeing,  forewarning 
religious  education  of  children  from  the  earliest 
infancy,  as  being  both  a  gift  from  God  and  a 
primal  duty  and  divine  heritage  for  every  house- 
hold and  community. 

In  her  view,  such  a  protecting,  preoccupying 
education  belonged  only  to  God's  benevolence 
and  mercy  to  reveal  and  command;  and  it  was 
accordingly  entailed  in  his  law  as  the  first  duty  of 
parents  to  their  children,  and  the  first  claim  of 
the  little  ones,  in  the  name  of  God.  It  was  God's 
offer  of  his  own  covenant  of  eternal  wisdom  and 
love  when  he  said:  Ye  shall  teach  my  Word  to 
your  children,  and  your  children  to  theirs,  and  to 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  23 

the  end  of  time,  the  next  generation  to  the  next; 
so  that  they  may  never  live  nor  die  in  ignorance 
of  the  law  and  love  of  their  Heavenly  Father,  nor 
of  the  way  of  salvation.  Obedience  to  this  bliss- 
ful law  of  the  prepossession  of  every  new-born  soul 
with  the  knowledge  of  God's  truth  and  love  in  the 
Gospel  would  speedily  have  made  the  whole  world 
holy  and  happy  in  Christ,  and  on  the  way  to 
heaven. 

For  this  purpose  "Set  your  hearts  unto  all  the 
words  which  I  testify  among  you  this  day,  which 
ye  shall  command  your  children  to  observe  to  do, 
all  the  words  of  this  law.  For  it  is  not  a  vain 
thing  for  you  ;  BECAUSE  IT  IS  YOUR  LIFE  " 
(Deut.  xxxii.  46,  47). 

How  great,  then,  is  the  cruelty,  and  how  blas- 
phemous the  crime,  that  would  forbid  the  freedom 
of  God's  Word,  or  deny  the  duty  and  necessity  of 
providing  it  as  an  inalienable  possession  from  the 
earliest  childhood,  in  our  common  schools  ! 

In  the  Old,  as  well  as  in  the  New  Testament, 
God  has  declared,  "All  souls  are  mine;  as  tin- 
soul  of  the  father,  SO  also  the  soul  of  the  son  i-> 
mine  ;  "  given  to  the  parents  on  earth,  to  be  brought 
up.  from  earliest  infancy,  in  the  knowledge  and 

love  of  their  divine  Redeemer.  It  i^  impossible  to 
begin  too  early  with  a  baptism  in  the  experimental 


H  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

knowledge  of  a  Saviour's  love.  That  is  the  first 
injunction  from  God  in  the  Hebrew  covenant,  as  to 
the  teaching  of  his  Word  from  generation  to  gene- 
ration ;  and  the  same  is  in  the  Law  of  Love  by  our 
blessed  Lord  Jesus,  —  "  Suffer  the  little  children 
to  come  unto  me,  and  forbid  them  not,  for  of  such 
is  the  kingdom  of  heaven."  (Compare  Ps.  lxxviii. 
6,  and  cxxvii.  3;    Is.  xxxviii.  19.) 

But  how  are  the  children  to  be  gathered  into 
our  common  schools,  and  how  can  the  merciful 
provisions  in  the  commandment  of  the  Saviour  be 
secured  and  fulfilled  in  the  teaching  of  each  gen- 
eration? This  problem  had  been  discussed  more 
and  more  carefully  in  our  churches ;  and  because 
of  the  attempted  exclusion  of  the  Scriptures, 
friends  of  the  ragged  and  neglected  little  ones  in 
the  streets  were  soon  found,  who  would  undertake 
its  heavenly  solution. 

The  work  began  in  a  quiet  and  lowly  form  of 
benevolence,  that  soon  became  a  delightful  attrac- 
tive magnetism,  and  a  power  of  social  Christian 
effort,  like  that  which  resulted  from  the  first  insti- 
tution of  Sabbath-schools.  It  was  a  benevolence 
both  giving  and  receiving;  laden,  as  the  trees  of 
Paradise  by  the  River  of  the  Water  of  Life,  with 

fruits    of    perpetual   life-giving    mercy. 

And    yet.  to    this  day.   the   right    of    the    Bible 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  25 

to  be  taught  in  our  common  schools,  with  prayer 
to  God  for  his  blessing,  is  denied  ;  and  its  exercise 
is  affirmed  to  have  been  an  oppressive  violation  of 
the  law  of  love  and  of  the  freedom  of  conscience, 
under  a  human  government  ! 

Government,  it  is  asserted,  (and  even  by  some 
ministers  of  the  Gospel,)  has  no  authority  or  right 
to  teach  religion  to  the  children,  or  to  see  that 
they  are  educated  in  the  knowledge  of  God,  and 
taught  the  way  of  salvation.  As  the  children  are 
born  and  cradled  without  the  interference  of  gov- 
ernment, so  the  common  school  must  take  them 
and  bring  them  up  in  freedom  to  choose  for  them- 
selves what  religion  they  please,  if  indeed  they 
come  to  the  knowledge  of  any.  Perhaps  nine 
tenths  of  the  children  in  the  United  States  get 
their  only  education  in  the  common  schools ; 
where,  by  edict  of  the  Government  forbidding  the 
Bible  and  prayer,  and  all  instruction  in  regard 
to  Christ,  their  only  Saviour,  the}-  necessarily 
become   infidels. 

Yet,  on  the  pretence  of  guaranteeing  the  rights 
of  conscience  in  respect  to  religion  against  en- 
croachment, it  is  now  affirmed  that  the  State  has 
the  right,  and  is  under  obligation  by  the  Golden 
Rule,  to  guarantee  the    schools    and    the    children 

against  any  instruction  from  the  Bible  in  reli 


26  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

But  the  exclusion  of  instruction  in  religious  truth 
can  be  nothing  less  than  a  usurpation  of  God's 
authority,  and  a  violation  of  the  rights  of  conscience 
towards  him.  "  The  secret  things  belong  unto  the 
Lord  our  God ;  but  those  which  are  revealed  BE- 
LONG TO  US  AND  TO  OUR  CHILDREN  FOREVER, 
that  we  may  do  all  the  words  of  this  law"  (Deut. 
xxix.  29). 

If  religious  liberty  is  the  liberty  of  going  with- 
out religion  if  we  please  so  to  do,  it  is  equally  the 
liberty  of  choosing  and  proclaiming  for  ourselves 
and  our  children  the  religion  of  the  Bible;  and  the 
right  of  maintaining  such  teaching  is  as  much 
more  sacred  than  the  right  of  forbidding  it,  as  the 
freedom  and  obedience  of  truth  are  more  sacred 
than  the  privilege  of  living  and  dying  in  ignorance 
and  crime.1 

1  In  connection  with  this,  one  should  read  the  insolent  and  des- 
potic edict  issued  under  authority  of  our  Government,  by  which 
the  Commissioner  of  Indian  Affairs  has  undertaken  to  exclude  the 
Dakota  language  from  the  schools  maintained  by  missionary  soci- 
eties on  the  Indian  reservations:  "The  Dakota  language  must 
neither  be  taught  nor  used."  The  entire  Bible  has  been  trans- 
lated into  that  language,  and  is  printed  at  the  Bible  House.  And 
vet  the  Government,  undertaking  to  make  good  citizens  of  the 

Dakota  Indians  and  to  educate  them  in  virtue  and  morals,  ex- 
clude- every  Dakota  book  from  the  public  schools,  and  forbids 
the  missionaries  to  teach  the  Ten  Commandments  to  the  children 
in  the  only  language  they  understand.  Even  the  native  teachers 
are  foibidden  from  teaching  the  Gospel  of  Christ  in  Dakota,  —  the 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   LOVE.  27 

With  these  views,  Mrs.  Cheever  became,  a  few- 
years  after  her  marriage,  an  originator  of  the 
earliest  asylum  for  the  education  and  care  o~ 
poor  friendless  boys  in  New  York ;  and,  with  the 
encouragement  and  bounty  of  Messrs.  Morris 
Ketchum,  Gilman,  Phelps,  Boorman,  Harper,  and 
other  generous  friends,  succeeded  in  establishing 
what  resulted  in  one  of  the  most  useful  and  truly 
benevolent  institutions  in  the  city. 

"  In  the  year  1849  or  1850  [we  quote  from  the  record 
of  May  1,  1883],  after  a  discourse  from  yourself  in  the 
Church  of  the  Puritans,  Mrs.  Cheever,  together  with 
several  other  ladies,  organized  a  movement  for  the  rescue 
of  vagrant  children  in  this  city,  and  opened  a  Home  for 
Friendless  Boys  in  Bank  Street.     In  1851  or  1852  this 

only  language  they  know,  and  their  only  medium  of  communica- 
tion with  the  children. 

A  description  of  this  edict  may  be  read  in  the  June,  August, 
and  September  numbers  of  the  American  Bible  Society  Record, 
where  will  be  found  clearly  traced  the  wickedness,  cruelty,  and 
papal  despotism  of  such  an  intolerant  decree  on  the  part  of  the 
United  States  Government;  —  thus  closing  up  and  scaling  the 
Century  of  our  Dishonor,  through  hundreds  of  sacred  treaties 
broken  with  the  Indians,  by  an  act  of  violence  unequalled,  all 
things  considered,  in  any  BO-called  civilized  nation  at  this  daw 

If  our  social  anarchists  could  have  their  way,  it  ifl  plain  enough 
that  never  a  child  in  Christendom,  educated  in  the  public  schools, 
should  get  a  glimpse  of  the  divine  light  and  love  m  the  faCC  of 
Jesus  Christ,  the  knowledge  of  whose  radiance  of  mercy  ami 
grace  might  become  their  heaven. 


28  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

was  merged  in  the  New  York  Juvenile  Asylum,  with  Hon. 
Luther  Bradish  as  its  president,  and  a  board  of  directors 
composed  of  some  of  the  best  names  in  the  city. 

"  It  has  occurred  to  some  of  us  that  it  might  be  grati- 
fying to  Mrs.  Cheever  and  yourself  to  witness  the  present 
magnitude  of  the  Institution,  after  the  lapse  of  more  than 
thirty  years.  Certainly  it  would  be  regarded  as  a  great 
pleasure  to  us  if  you  can  favor  us  with  an  acceptance  of 
the  accompanying  invitation  for  Friday  the  18th  instant." 

These  dates  and  records  are  of  interest  as  to  the 
gradual  yet  rapid  progress  of  some  of  the  many 
benevolent  charities  established  and  successful, 
and  so  greatly  needed  in  so  vast  a  city  of  in- 
creasing immigrations  from  the  whole  world. 
Blessed  beyond  measure  are  they  who  were  per- 
mitted to  lay  the  foundations  of  such  charities, 
deep  and  secure,  in  and  for  the  training  of  the 
children  in  the  knowledge  of  the  Gospel  and  the 
love  of  Christ ! 

From  one  of  her  dear  friends  and  co-laborers  in 
this  work  Mrs.  Cheever  received  the  following 
letter,  congratulating  her  on  the  success  of  her 
efforts  in  accomplishing  the  establishment  of  this 
charity  by  charter  from  the  Legislature  of  the 
State. 

Dear  Mrs.  Outvik.--  l  see,  by  the  morning  paper, 

thai  your  petition  lor  the  Charter  has  passed   the  Legisla- 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   LOVE.  29 

ture.  Will  you  allow  me  to  congratulate  you  on  the  fru- 
ition of  your  hopes?  I  know,  with  your  elevated  feelings, 
the  praises  of  your  fellow-creatures  are  but  a  small  con- 
sideration, but  I  cannot  refrain  from  expressing  to  you 
my  veneration  and  respect.  To  your  unfaltering  efforts 
alone  do  these  poor  children  owe  their  preservation  from 
ruin  and  misery.  How  often  have  you  said  to  me,  There 
is  no  end  to  the  good  we  may  do,  if  we  succeed  !  How 
happy,  how  enviable,  must  your  feelings  be  !  I  will  not 
say  more ;  you  will  understand  me.  But  let  me,  for  the 
bright  example  you  are  ever  setting  me,  and  for  your  kind- 
ness to  my  little  Annie,  offer  you  the  grateful  thanks  of 

Your  sincere  friend, 

Marie  L.  Coles. 


Mrs.  Cheever  was  also  one  of  the  earliest  and 
most  active  directors  and  managers  of  the  Woman's 
Orphan  Asylum,  always  taking  a  great  interest 
in  the  poor  colored  children.  By  her  tenderness 
and  gentleness  she  won  the  hearts  of  all  the  little 
ones. 

In  the  training  of  the  children  committed  to 
her  care  nothing  could  be  more  attractive  and 
beautiful  than  the  mingled  tenderness,  winning 
affection,    and    prayerful    watchfulness,    combined 

with     childlike     simplicity     and     exquisite     playful 

humor  entirely  her  own,  in  the  sportive  and  yet 
serious  discipline  she  exercised  over  them.     She 


30  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

treasured  up  every  suitable  and  instructive  nar- 
rative, whether  in  poetry  or  prose,  for  them ;  con- 
veying the  lessons  of  our  blessed  Lord  to  them  in 
the  simplest  language,  with  a  sweetness  like  the 
falling  of  the  dew  and  the  early  rain,  with  the  sun- 
shine and  the  rainbow.  She  seemed  inspired  with 
the  sweetness  of  our  Lord's  blessed  charge,  "  Suffer 
the  little  children,  and  forbid  them  not,  to  come 
unto  me :   for  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven." 

For  some  years  she  was  a  constant  visitor  of 
the  poor  women  in  the  Tombs  prison.  The  sim- 
plicity, self-forgetting  earnestness,  and  diligence 
with  which  she  engaged  in  these  works  of  mercy 
made  them,  instead  of  a  toil,  a  happiness  for  which 
she  was  always  grateful. 

Of  her  virtues,  social  and  personal,  so  sweetly 
manifested,  yet  so  artlessly  and  unconsciously,  in 
their  growth  and  blossoming,  as  the  violets  of  the 
garden  or  lilies  of  the  field,  all  who  have  known 
will  testify;  and  the  closing  remark  of  a  letter  of 
one  who  knew  her  well  will  find  a  full  and  hearty 
indorsement  from  her  many  friends :  "I  doubt  if 
the  world  can  furnish  a  brighter  example  of  pure 
.ind  unselfish  devotion  to  the  good  and  happiness 
of  others  than   she   has   left  to   US." 

In  all  this  we  are  reminded  of  the  exquisitely 
beautiful  and  heartfelt  tribute  of  love  and  admira- 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  3 1 

tion  by  Dr.  Arnold,  of  Rugby,  on  the  character  of 
his   beloved   and   sainted   sister.      "  I   never  saw," 
says  he,  "  a  more  perfect  instance  of  the  spirit  of 
power  and  love,   and   of  a  sound  mind,  —  intense 
love,    almost   to    the    annihilation    of    selfishness ; 
a  daily  martyrdom  of  twenty  years,  during  which 
she    adhered    to    her    early-formed     resolution    of 
never  talking  about  herself;   thoughtful  about  the 
very  pins  and   ribbons  of  my  wife's  dress,  about 
the  making  of  a  doll's  cap  for  a  child,  but  of  her- 
self, save  only  as  regarded  her  ripening  in  all  good- 
ness,   wholly    thoughtless;     enjoying    everything 
lovely,   graceful,   beautiful,    high-minded,    whether 
in  God's  works  or  man's,  with  the  keenest  relish ; 
inheriting  the   earth,   to    the  very   fulness    of  the 
promise,  though  never  leaving  her  crib  nor  chang- 
ing her  posture;  and  preserved  through  the  valley 
of  the   shadow   of  death   from   all   fear   or   impa- 
tience, and  from  every  cloud  of  impaired  reason, 
which   might  have  marred   the  beauty  of  Christ's 
spirit's    glorious    work.       May    God    grant    that    I 
might   come    within   one   hundred   degrees  of  her 
place  in  heavenly  glory!"     Who  would  not  join 
in  so  ecstatic   a  breathing  of  prayer,  in   view  of 
such  a  marvel  of  God's  new  creating  and  trans- 
porting  radiance  of  grace  and  love? 
From  Mrs.  George  1  >.  Phelps,  an  early  and  very 


32  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS, 

dear  friend  of  Mrs.  Cheever,  and  a  most  affection- 
ate and  ardent  co-worker  with  her  in  the  advance- 
ment of  the  Redeemer's  kingdom,  the  following 
interesting  recollections  are  especially  in  place. 
They  are  the  grateful  tribute  of  a  long  and  delight- 
ful Christian  friendship  never  to  be  forgotten,  —  the 
recollections  of  their  earliest  and  most  precious 
associations  together. 

"  I  Hiring  my  illness  and  seclusion  in  the  house  I  have 
thought  much  of  the  dear  friend  of  my  younger  days  who 
has  now  passed  into  the  heavens,  —  of  my  early  associa- 
tions with  her,  in  the  Church  of  the  Puritans,  in  Chris- 
tian work  and  in  the  sweet  ties  of  friendship.  I  thank 
God  upon  every  remembrance  of  her  !  It  was  soon 
after  my  marriage  when  our  acquaintance  was  formed ; 
and  I  can  truthfully  say  that  her  influence  has  affected 
my  subsequent  life.  You  know  that  when  Mrs.  Cheever 
resigned  her  place  as  manager  in  the  Protestant  Half 
Orphan  Asylum,  she  recommended  me  as  her  successor, 
and  then  with  her  gentle  power  compelled  me,  as  it  were, 
t<>  accept  it,  thus  giving  me  a  good  part  of  my  life  work. 
In  Cod's  good  providence  I  am  entering  my  fortieth 
year  of  sen  ice  there. 

•'That  was  in  1847.  How  well  I  remember  her  then, 
as  my  pastor's  wife,  and  the  interest  she  took  in  the  New 
Church  Enterprise,  —  how  she  opened  her  heart  and  her 
house  to  all,  meeting  every  one  on  the  same  footing,  and 
entering  so  heartily  into  all  plans  for  the  good  of  the 
church  ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  33 

"  I  remember  so  well  the  impression  she  made  upon 
me  in  her  own  parlor  in  Fifteenth  Street ;  her  gracious 
kindness  of  manner,  her  loving,  winning  ways,  and  her 
sweet  simplicity  made  her  very  attractive.  Above  all,  was 
to  be  noticed  her  unaffected,  whole-souled  piety,  —  her 
loyalty  to  her  work  and  to  her  God.  It  was  plain  to  see 
that  she  dwelt  in  the  serene  atmosphere  of  a  loving 
child  of  God  in  close  union  with  him.1 

"Though  obliged  to  give  up  her  place  in  the  Half 
Orphan  Home,  from  the  pressure  of  more  immediate 
duties,  how  well  we  all  know  that  her  interest  in  children 
never  flagged  !  It  was  not  long  before  she  began  to  express 
the  sympathy  that  had  been  growing  in  her  heart  for  the 
hitherto  almost  neglected  boys  of  the  New  York  streets. 
Somehow  or  other  she  seemed  to  hear  of  special  cases, 
—  now  it  was  of  one  poor  waif  sleeping  in  a  barrel, 
then  of  another  found  half  frozen  in  a  box,  then  of  an- 
other and  another.  Their  childish  woes  so  appealed  to 
her  feelings  ;  the  hard,  wan  faces  of  the  street  boys  seemed 
to  rise  before  her,  and  the  throbbings  of  her  heart  in  their 

1  In  allusion  to  your  parties  in  Fifteenth  Street,  and  the  pleas- 
ant evenings  passed  there,  I  recall  the  names  of  some  choice 
spirils,  in  whose  presence  it  was  a  delight  to  be  thrown  so  infor- 
mally,—  Alice  and  Phoebe  Gary,  Gaj. mi,  the  Italian  patriot,  Pasteur 
Pilatte,  and  many  others.  Delightful  gatherings  were  these, 
over  which  Mrs.  Cheever  presided  so  gracefully.  On  one  of  those 
evenings  some  seven  missionaries  from  various  parts  of  tfa 
were  present,  and  I  believe  the  Lord's  Prayer  was  chanted  in 
seven  different  languages.  The  Rev.  Dr.  Goodell  «va  present 
from  tin-  mission  in  Constantinople,  These  were  w  i  isions  of 
very  great  and  sacred  enjoyment 

3 


34  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

behalf  could  not  be  stilled.  I  think  I  can  see  her  now 
pleading  their  cause,  —  with  what  pathos  she  would  warm 
and  glow ;  how  her  voice  would  tremble,  and  the  tears 
would  seem  ready  to  flow ;  and  how  animated  and  joy- 
ous would  she  be,  as  she  made  others  enter  into  her  feel- 
ings, desires,  and  plans.  On  the  first  Sunday  in  April, 
1849,  through  her  means,  a  Boy's  Sunday  Meeting  was 
opened  in  Wooster  Street.  One  hundred  and  twenty 
boys  were  present,  —  a  wild  set,  as  I  well  remember.  Soon 
it  was  found  that  a  home  must  be  provided,  if  any  per- 
manent good  was  to  be  done  for  these  homeless  wander- 
ers. A  well-organized  society  was  formed  in  Mrs.  Cheever's 
parlor ;  a  large,  old,  comfortable  house  was  hired  in  Bank 
Street,  and  a  superintendent  engaged.  The  First  Annual 
Report  of  the  Asylum  for  Friendless  Boys  (the  name 
given  to  the  new  Institute)  says  :  '  Through  the  exer- 
tions of  Mrs.  George  B.  Cheever,  $1,258  were  raised  for 
its  support.' 

"As  Recording  Secretary  of  this  Society,  an  office 
which  brought  me  into  close  contact  with  her,  I  had  the 
opportunity  of  seeing  the  beautiful  traits  of  character 
brought  out  in  this  work,  —  her  unselfishness,  her  retiring 
disposition,  her  loving  nature,  and  her  active  zeal.  Her 
joy  and  happiness  at  the  success  of  this  effort,  I  need  not 
mention  to  you.  Her  impulses,  so  fresh  and  spontaneous, 
moved  Others;  and  the  work  went  on  and  grew.  You 
will  know  whether  I  am  correct  in  saying  that  in  point 
of  time,  side  by  side  with  tin's  new  Society,  there  was 
forming  another  for  the  same  object, — the  care  of  both 
i    ind  -iris  on  a  larger  scale!  —  a  bill  being  before  the 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  3$ 

Legislature  for  the  charter  of  the  New  York  Juvenile  Asy- 
lum. Soon  a  proposition  came  to  merge  the  two  Institu- 
tions in  one  great  and  strong  one,  —  a  measure  wisely 
acceded  to.  Our  children  gathered  in  the  Bank  Street 
Mansion,  the  superintendent,  teachers,  and  all  belongings, 
were  taken  under  the  broad  wings  of  the  new  Society. 
From  that  day  to  this,  the  boys  in  New  York  have  been 
cared  for.  The  Children's  Aid  Society,*  with  its  lodging- 
houses,  Industrial  Schools,  etc.,  to  say  nothing  of  the 
homes  in  the  West  it  provides,  springing  up  soon  after, 
need  only  be  mentioned,  in  passing,  as  illustrative  of  this 
great  movement.  We  who  remember  Mrs.  Cheever  then, 
cannot  fail  to  give  her  the  place  we  believe  she  filled ; 
namely,  that  of  the  first  human  inspirer  of  this  heaven- 
born  work.  So  much  for  the  early  days,  past  and  gone, 
the  memory  of  which  is  very  sweet  to  those  who  survive 
her  whose  record  is  on  high. 

"  During  the  many  years  that  have  followed,  owing 
to  removals  and  absence  from  the  country,  and  resi- 
dence in  different  places,  our  meetings  were  often  after 
long  intervals.  I  remember,  with  pleasure,  our  eroding 
the  ocean  together  in  kS6o,  when  I  was  impressed  anew 
with  her  trust  and  hopefulness.  She  was  so  happy  to  be 
again  revisiting  the  Old  World,  and  strong  in  her  con- 
In  It-nee  that  the  journey  would  be  a  prosperous  one. 
Again,  you  know,  we  used  t<»  meet  at  Saratoga,  where 
her  greetings  were  always  warm  and  hearty.     But  in  your 

lovely  home    at    Englewood    Bhe   was    indeed,  as    vou    say, 
'the   angel  of   the   house.'      I    shall    never   forget    the   im- 
pression her  home  lid-  made  upon  me  there  .  a  aeemed 
*  To  this  Societ)  i»i    (  beevei  left  a  leg 


36  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

ideal,  and  yet  so  practical,  her  affectionate  interest  in  all 
around  her  was  so  apparent,  her  hospitality  so  generous. 
Her  relation  to  her  servants  was  so  truly  Christian,  her 
continual  habit  of  reading  to  them  so  unusual  and  evi- 
dently so  appreciated.  A  rare  combination  was  found  in 
her,  —  an  indescribable  calmness,  serenity,  sweetness,  a 
strength  of  principle,  hatred  of  wrong,  especially  the 
wrong  of  keeping  the  Word  of  God  from  the  masses. 
One  could  not  spend  a  day  with  her  without  feeling  how 
deep  was  her  pity  for  the  ignorant,  and  how  indignant 
was  she  against  the  system  that  keeps  the  Bible  from  the 
people. 

"To  me  Mrs.  Cheever's  conversation  was  very  enter- 
taining, and  never  did  I  more  realize  it  than  during  her 
visit  in  my  home.  She  was  full  of  anecdote  of  people 
whom  she  had  met  in  this  and  in  other  lands,  —  of  remi- 
niscences of  distinguished  people  and  places.  In  telling 
stories  she  always  delighted  in  dwelling  upon  the  best  side 
of  character.  She  had  a  vein  of  humor  too,  and  appreci- 
ated it  in  others  when  it  was  kindly.  When  native  char- 
acter is  so  transparent  and  true,  it  might  be  thought  hard 
to  discriminate  between  it  and  Christian  traits ;  but  I 
never  met  a  person  who  seemed  more  simply  and  truly 
Christian.  It  seemed  painful  to  her  if  she  was  so  situ- 
ated that  she  could  not  speak  on  what  was  dearest  to  her 
soul.  Her  looks,  her  words,  her  actions,  all  said,  '  I  live. 
yet  not  I,  but  Christ  liveth  in  me.' 

"  Such  are  some  of  the  memories  I  have  of  her,  my 
Sweet  friend. 

"And  her  passing  away.  —  how  was  it  in  keeping  with 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  37 

all  her  life,  and  how  lovely  was  she  in  death  !  When 
I  looked  upon  her  beautiful  face,  it  seemed  to  me  as 
though  at  the  last  blissful  moment,  above  the  songs  of  the 
welcoming  angels,  above  the  voice  of  the  harpers  harping 
with  their  harps  as  the  voice  of  many  waters,  she  had 
heard  that  of  her  beloved  Master  saying,  '  Behold,  I  come 
quickly  ! '  And  she  had  replied  with  confiding  love  and 
joy,  '  Even  so,  come,  Lord  Jesus  !  '  " 

To  the  preceding  letter  we  add  the  following 
tribute  of  many  years'  acquaintance  and  friendship 
from  Miss  Annette  L.  Noble,  one  of  our  dearest 
circle  of  faithful,  long-tried,  and  loving  friends : 

"  No  one  could  know  Mrs.  Cheever  at  all  well  with- 
out remarking  a  certain  characteristic  of  hers,  peculiar 
to  the  loveliest  and  most  lovable  of  natures :  she  in- 
variably found  some  sympathetic  point  of  contact  with 
the  people  next  to  her,  no  matter  what  their  class  or 
condition.  Her  own  place  was  of  course  with  the  most 
cultivated,  the  most  truly  refined  ;  and  in  discussing  the 
gravest  questions,  she  was  always  ready  with  her  clear- 
cut  opinions  and  her  wise  simplicity  of  thought  But 
if  the  next  moment  brought  into  her  presence  the  hum- 
blest person,  she  would  meet  him  so  f  humanly/  as  Car- 
lyle  would  say,  that  he  must  leave  her  feeling  warmer 
at  heart  and  raised  ill  his  own  self  iv  >[>..■<  t.  All  this 
made  her  so  charming  a  companion  I  I  shall  never 
forget  the  last  visit  I  made  to  Englewood  one  winter, 
a  few  years  ago.     She  was  an   ideal   hostess   in  an   ideal 


38  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

home  ;  and  I  well  understood  the  meaning  of  a  friend's 
words,  in  speaking  of  the  exquisite  taste  of  all  her  house- 
hold arrangements  :  '  Mrs.  Cheever's  rooms  remind  me  of 
a  bride's  apartments,  they  are  always  so  daintily  adorned 
and  so  pleasant.'  It  was  during  this  visit  of  a  few  days 
that  I  was  struck  by  her  large-heartedness  and  the  wide 
reach  of  her  sympathies. 

"  She  read  me  a  number  of  exceedingly  interesting 
letters  from  friends  abroad ;  falling  later  into  a  detailed 
story  of  her  own  travels  through  classic  scenes.  She  told 
me  of  distinguished  people  she  had  met,  whose  friendship 
had  long  been  retained,  and  all  in  a  most  frank,  delightful 
way.  She  showed  utter  indifference  for  the  honor,  titles, 
and  wealth  the  world  values  irrespective  of  moral  worth  ; 
while  everything  she  said  revealed 

'A  marvellous  gift  to  know  and  cull, 
From  our  common  life,  and  dull, 
Whatsoe'er  is  beautiful,' 

and  the  still  rarer  trait  of  giving 

'Gentle  weirds  where  such  were  few, 
Softening  blame  where  blame  was  true, 
Praising,  where  small  praise  was  due/ 

"  Some  children  had  been  visiting  her,  and  she  had 
entered  into  their  enjoyments  most  keenly,  treasuring  up 
all  their  quaint  and  comical  sayings,  to  repeat  afterwards 
in  her  own  way.  half  merry,  half  tender.  But  the  thing 
that  I  recall  mosl  clearly  now,  was  not  her  enjoyment  of 
her  (lower-,  blooming  luxuriantly  when  all  outdoors  was 
under  the  snow,  —  not  the  lovely  views  which  she  con- 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   LOVE.  39 

stantly  called  me  to  the  windows  to  see,  —  not  the  beauti- 
ful, boundless  hospitality  that  was  instinctive,  —  but  the 
long  talk  with  her  about  a  course  of  reading  which  she 
was  pursuing  with  her  servants. 

"  The  evening  before,  there  had  met  in  her  parlor  a 
literary  club,  and  I  had  seen  her  taking  eager  share  in  a 
conversation  on  Coleridge  and  Wordsworth.  But  the  next 
morning,  she  was  even  more  interested  in  telling  how  for 
a  long  time  she  had  daily  read,  to  those  in  her  service, 
such  books  as  she  thought  might  give  them  an  uplift,  and 
open  to  them  broader  views  of  life  and  Christian  truth. 
My  first  thought  was  that  some  of  the  books  she  men- 
tioned were  beyond  their  mental  grasp  ;  but  she  soon 
showed  me  her  wisdom  in  seeing  that  the  simplest  need 
the  highest  truth.  What  this  noble  woman  was  to  every 
servant  who  ever  lived  with  her,  and  forever  after  loved 
her,  I  have  heard  many  times.  She  never  visited  us  in 
New  York,  that  she  had  not,  among  her  other  errands, 
something  to  do,  or  cause  to  have  done,  for  the  welfare  of 
an  old  dependant,  or  somebody  poor,  ill,  or  in  trouble 
whom  '  I  used  to  know.'  " 

The  following  brief  memorial  is  added  from  a 
Christian  lady  who  was  at  intervals  for  many 
years  a  beloved  and  invaluable  assistant  and  friend 
to  Mrs.  Cheever  in  her  government  and  teaching 
of  the   dear  children  committed   to   her   cha: 

"It  is  difficult  for  pen  to  An  justice  to  the  Christian 
character  of  tin-  late  Mrs.  E.  II.  Cheever.  the  dear  saint 


40  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

and  friend  of  a  lifetime,  to  whose  beloved  memory  these 
few  lines  are  inscribed. 

"A  number  of  years  ago,  the  writer  had  the  privilege 
of  living  in  her  family  for  some  time,  and  of  being  closely 
connected  with  her  in  the  education  of  two  interesting 
children  of  a  near  and  dear  relative  of  hers,  who  by  the 
blessing  of  Providence  were  placed  in  her  care  for  a 
season.  One  of  them,  who  became  a  lovely  Christian, 
has  already  passed  away  to  her  eternal  rest,  in  the  full 
assurance  of  a  glorious  immortality,  and  of  what  God 
hath  prepared  for  them  that  love  him.  She  was  instru- 
mental in  bringing  this  dear  child  to  the  knowledge  and 
love  of  her  Saviour. 

"  Her  Bible  teachings  and  prayers  were  peculiarly 
sweet  and  impressive,  and  those  dear  children  would, 
even  in  their  play-hours,  introduce  scenes  from  the  Bible 
and  Pilgrim's  Progress. 

u  When  in  the  city  some  years  ago,  she  was  continually 
doing  good,  exerting  herself  in  every  way  to  benefit  her 
fellow-beings  and  to  promote  their  spiritual  welfare.  She 
would  go,  with  other  good  ladies,  to  visit  the  Tombs 
Prison,  read  and  pray  with  the  poor,  despised,  and  for- 
saken prisoners,  administering  to  their  temporal  as  well 
as  to  their  spiritual  wants,  and  causing  them  in  many 
instances  to  seek  pardon  for  their  sins  at  a  throne  of 
grace.  Many  of  them,  no  doubt,  live  now  to  bless  her 
memory. 

"  She  was  very  active  and  energetic  in  getting  up  a 
home  for  the  friendless,  collected  large  sums  of  money 
from  her  friends  for  the  purpose,  and  was  the  leading 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  \\ 

spirit  in  making  this  institution  a  success ;  where  the 
friendless  were  well  cared  for,  well  instructed,  had  the 
Gospel  preached  to  them,  and  when  prepared,  had  good 
positions  provided  for  them. 

"  Well  indeed  may  it  be  said  in  regard  to  her,  '  Blessed 
are  the  dead  who  die  in  the  Lord,  for  they  rest  from  their 
labors,  and  their  works  do  follow  them.' 

"  In  her  own  beautiful  home  at  Englewood  she  never 
wearied  in  her  readings  and  exhortations  to  her  house- 
hold ;  pointing  out  to  them  the  way  of  salvation,  and 
showing  them  the  beauty  of  holiness  both  by  example 
and  precept. 

"  She  was  an  angel  of  mercy  to  the  destitute  and  suffer- 
ing ;  and  the  poor,  who  came  to  her  door,  always  went 
away  happier  for  having  seen  her.  Nothing  pleased  her 
more  than  to  welcome  her  friends  to  her  hospitable  home, 
where  they  were  cheered  by  her  bright  smile  and  loving 
presence  j  and  they  will  ever  cherish  in  their  hearts 
pleasant  memories  of  the  hours  thus  spent. 

"  She  took  great  delight  in  reading  over  the  anniversary 
tributes  which  her  beloved  husband  dedicated  to  her  from 
year  to  year;  and  her  friends  earnestly  wishing  to  have 
copies,  she  had  them  just  arranged  for  publication  when 
so  suddenly  yet  peacefully  summoned  to  her  Heavenly 
Home. 

"Though  we  can  never  see  her  again  in  this  world  of 
sorrow,  we  have  the  consoling  hope  and  precious  prom- 
ise that  we  shall  meet  her  in  tint  blessed  world  where 

there  is  no  more  parting,  and  where  suimw  and  death 
can  never  come. 


42  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

"  However  unaccustomed  to  writing,  I  cannot  but  con- 
sider it  a  sacred  duty  to  record  my  testimony  to  the  piety 
and  worth  of  her  who  was  so  much  to  me  in  life,  and 
whose  memory  is  now  so  precious ;  knowing,  as  I  do  so 
well,  the  angelic  sweetness  of  her  disposition  and  the 
depth  and  beauty  of  her  Christian  character. 

"Anna  T.  Owen." 


FAITH,    HOPE,    AND   LOVE.  43 


CHAPTER   III. 

Mrs.  Cheever's  Delight  in  the  Work  of  Practical  In- 
struction from  the  Bible.  —  Views  of  Dr.  Macleod 
concerning  the  Education  of  Little  Children.  —  Il- 
lustrations from  Anecdotes  within  Mrs.  Cheever's 
own  Experience.  —  Illustrations  from  her  Letters  at 
Home  and  Abroad. 

How  early  can  the  Little  Child  be  regarded  as  of  the 
Kingdom  of  Heaven,  and  what  should  be  the  Educa- 
tion of  the  Little  Ones  accordingly  ? 

TT  was  a  great  source  of  happiness  and  usefulness 
■^  in  Mrs.  Cheever's  life,  to  have  had  for  some 
years  the  whole  care  of  several  dear  and  lovely 
little  ones,  —  the  orphan  children  of  her  beloved 
sister,  whose  husband  had  been  lost  at  sea.  Their 
daily  life  and  hers  used  to  be  so  lovingly  and 
delightfully  entwined,  even  in  all  their  thoughts, 
desires,  and  daily  sports  and  lessons,  that  it  seemed 
to  be  almost  a  realization  of  a  Pilgrim's  Pro 
towards  heaven.  For  they  became  so  fond  of  the 
story  of  Christian  and  Hopeful  and  Faithful,  and 
their  adventures  of  travel  from  the  City  of  Destruc- 
tion  to   the  Celestial    Land,   that  they   wen    a< 


44  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

tomed  to  make  out  of  John  Bunyan's  spiritual 
allegory  their  happiest  practical  plays.  One  of 
them  would  sometimes  take  the  burden  of  the 
Pilgrim,  another  the  position  of  the  Guide ;  mean- 
time, in  the  course  of  their  childish  drama,  making 
the  house  ring  with  their  frolics  and  merriment. 
Their  plays  were  full  of  childlike  fun  and  humor, 
in  which  their  dear  aunt  participated,  with  equal 
enjoyment,  as  a  child  herself;  and  it  might  have 
been  difficult  to  say  whether  the  drollery  and  fun 
or  the  sacred  lessons  of  the  allegory  were  deepest 
and  most  attractive. 

Dear  little  Fanny  was  gifted  with  a  melodious, 
expressive  voice,  and  had  learned  to  sing  with 
exquisite  pathos  and  simplicity  some  very  beauti- 
ful hymns,  such  as  — 

"  I  think,  when  I  read  the  sweet  story  of  old, 

When  Jesus  was  here  among  men, 
How  he  called  little  children  as  lambs  to  his  fold,  — 

I  should  like  to  have  been  with  them  then. 
I  wish  that  his  hand    had  been  placed  on  my  head, 

That  his  arms  had  been  thrown  around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind  look  when  he  said, 

Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

These  lessons,  so  sweetly  attractive,  were  attended 
with  the  divine  blessing;  and  the  dear  child  became, 
before    her    early  death,   a  bright    example    of   a 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  45 

youthful  Christian's  experience  and  life,  through 
faith  and  hope  in  Christ  her  Saviour,  manifested 
in  her  love  to  him,  and  faithfulness  in  his  beloved 
service. 

Dear,  precious  little  child  !  Her  character,  from 
the  beginning  of  its  development,  was  a  combina- 
tion of  gentleness,  tenderness,  thoughtfulness,  quick- 
ness of  perception,  deep  sensibility,  earnestness 
and  decision,  roguery  and  sport;  keenly  sensitive 
to  reproof,  of  ready  native  wit  and  humor  in 
reply;  so  full,  indeed,  sometimes  of  humor  and 
gentle  sarcasm  combined,  that  it  would  require  a 
Shakspeare  to  delineate  the  photograph  of  the 
rapid  scenes  and  lights  of  character  in  suitable 
language. 

On  one  occasion,  when  their  dear  aunt  was  wait- 
ing upon  her  little  children  for  their  night's  repose, 
when  Fanny  having  said  her  prayers  was  ready  to 
bid  good-night  to  all,  her  little  brother  saying  his 
prayers  by  the  bedside,  happening  to  remember 
some  wrong  things  that  Fanny  had  said  or  done 
that  troubled  him,  went  back  recounting  them,  and 
praying  for  his  dear  little  sister,  that  God  would 
pardon  her.  "  Now,  Johnny,"  exclaimed  little 
Fanny,  sitting  up  in  bed,  "  you  'd  better 
praying;  you've  said  quite  enough.  Let  poor 
God  alone  !  " 


46  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

The  children  on  one  occasion  were  playing  on 
the  sidewalk,  when  a  gentleman  passing  by,  not 
knowing  his  right  direction,  inquired  of  Fanny,  as 
she  was  playing,  — 

"  My  dear  little  girl,  can  you  tell  me  which  way 
the  numbers  run  in  this  street?  " 

"  They  don't  run  at  all,  sir,"  replied  Fanny,  very 
seriously;   "they  stand  still." 

The  mother  wit,  playfulness,  quickness  of  per- 
ception and  thought,  susceptibility  of  deep  and 
lasting  impressions,  truthfulness,  simplicity,  gen- 
erosity, were  qualities  that  only  needed  corre- 
sponding qualifications  in  their  teachers,  and 
the  wisdom  of  love,  and  love  of  wisdom,  inspired 
by  the  Gospel  of  Christ,  to  make  the  household 
as  nearly  a  heaven  upon  earth  as  ever  can  be 
expected  in  our  mortal  pilgrimage.  They  that 
thus  dwell  together  in  the  secret  place  of  the 
Most  High  shall  abide  under  the  shadow  of  the 
Almighty.  The  Ninety-first  Psalm  is  their  heri- 
tage as  truly  as  it  ever  was  that  of  Christ  and  the 
1  loly  Family. 

In  the  biography  of  Dr.  Norman  Macleod,  one 
of  the  brightest  lights  of  theology  and  piety  in 
Scotland,  along  with  Lcighton,  Chalmers,  Guthrie, 
Halyburton,  Candlish,  Erskinc,  and  others  of  like 
genius,  we  find  the  following  record:  — 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  47 

"Oct.  3.  This  afternoon  my  boy  was  born.  The  mo- 
ment I  heard  of  his  birth,  I  solemnly  dedicated  him  to 
the  Lord.  I  followed  and  carried  out  a  theory  of  educa- 
tion founded  on  God's  teaching  in  the  Bible,  in  the  Pen- 
tateuch specially,  which  was  to  be  read  each  year  to  young 
as  well  as  old.  An  education  based  upon  and  saturated 
with  Christian  principle,  a  godly  home  education,  is  one 
that  trains  up  the  child  by  the  earthly  father  to  the 
Heavenly.  That  a  parent  may  be  as  God  to  his  child,  he 
must  first  be  as  a  child  to  his  God.  What  a  father  on 
earth  wishes  his  child  to  be  towards  himself,  that  God 
wishes  the  parent  to  be  towards  his  Father  in  Heaven.1' 

This  was  assuredly  the  dictate  of  Heavenly  wis- 
dom and  love.  Two  years  afterward  (1854),  we 
find  the  following  paragraph  in  reference  to  the 
birth  and  education  of  his  little  daughter:  — 

"  How  strange  that  as  yet  my  child  knows  not  God  ! 
I  have  resolved  that  she  shall  not  hear  his  name  till  she 
has  language  to  apprehend  what  I  mean,  and  that  no  one 
shall  speak  of  God  to  her  till  I  do  so.  This  is  a  moment 
in  her  life  which  I  claim  as  mine  own.  I  shall  have  the 
blessedness  of  first  telling  her  of  Him  who  I  trust  shall  be 
her  all  in  all  forever  after.  For  a  time  I  must  be  to  her 
as  God." 

The  next  utterance  in  regard   to  the  progre 
this  little  one,  and  the  way  in  which  she  seemed  t«> 

have  come  to  the  knowledge  of  God,  is  as  follows, 

under  date  of  1  S 5 5  :  — 


48  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

"  This  day  I  heard  my  little  girl  mention  for  the  first 
time  the  name  of  God.  I  had  requested  no  one  ever  to 
speak  to  her  of  God  until  I  first  had  this  honor.  But 
the  new  servafit  had  done  it" 

A  welcome  treasure  for  the  household,  and 
faithful  from  the  earliest  moment  to  her  immortal 
charge,  was  such  a  servant ;  protecting  her  earthly 
master's  property  as  God's,  for  God  and  heaven  ! 

"  So  [says  Dr.  Macleod]  I  took  the  little  child  on  my 
knee,  and  asked  her  several  questions  as  to  who  made 
her  and  everything,  and  she  replied,  '  God.'  Oh,  how 
indescribably  strange  and  blessed  to  my  ears  was  the 
sound  !  It  cannot  cease  forever.  My  daily  prayer  is  that 
she  and  all  my  children  may  be  holy  from  their  infancy, 
and  grow  up  Christians." 

Afterward  we  find  him  remarking,  on  Chapter 
VII.  in  Baxter's   "  Saints'  Rest:"  — 

"  Press  on  and  on  !  Why?  What  do  we  expect?  To 
be  glorified  with  Christ,  equal  with  John  and  Paul,  —  this, 
or  devils  !  To  press  on  is  to  realize  more  blessedness  and 
glory,  more  joy  and  perfect  peace.  Oh,  how  weak  am  I, 
a  very  babe  !  But  it  required  Omnipotence  to  make  me  a 
babe!" 

Again,  in  another  record,  "  Attempting  to  re- 
form Prcsbytcrianism  is  like  endeavoring  to  skin 
a  flint."  This  seems  to  have  referred  to  the  im- 
possibility of  possessing   a  true,  heart-searching, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  49 

and  fruit-producing  faith,  without  a  loving  and 
divine  Redeemer  as  the  soul  and  inspiration  of 
such  a  Faith  by  the  Word  and  Spirit  in  the  heart. 
For  he  goes  on  to  say:  — 

"Even  the  Divine  Word,  by  human  interpretation, 
without  the  Holy  Spirit,  is  no  better  than  a  sun-dial  by 
moonlight.  These  speculators  resemble  the  sparrows  on 
the  telegraph  wires.  They  are  saying  one  to  another : 
1  We  are  the  judges.  There  is  no  inspiration  unless  it 
finds  us,  and  the  ultimate  judge  is  our  reason.'  So  there 
are  men  who  no  more  grasp  the  truths  which  they  seem 
to  hold,  than  the  twittering  birds  that  have  lighted  on  the 
metallic  lines  that  convey  the  lightning,  and  yet  sing  on, 
unconscious  of  their  danger.  '  He  heard  the  trumpet, 
but  took  not  warning :  his  blood  shall  be  upon  him.' 

"  The  dear  little  birds  are  innocent  and  safe,  for  not  a 
sparrow  falls  to  the  ground  but  by  God's  providence. 
But  the  ignorant  and  unbelieving  and  presumptuous  must 
take  the  consequences  of  the  divine  telegrams,  which  they 
deny  by  virtue  of  their  reason.  They  are  responsible. 
1  And  he  that,  being  often  reproved,  hardeneth  his  neck, 
shall  suddenly  be  destroyed,  and  that  without  remedy. ' 
'  He  heard  the  trumpet,  but  took  not  warning :  his  blood 
shall  be  upon  him.'  The  Proverbs  and  the  Prophets 
carry  the  same  divine  messages  to  all  mankind.  '  But 
he  that  taketh  warning  shall  deliver  his  soul.'  " 

That  is  God's  lightning  on  the  telegraph  of  his 
Word  by  the  Prophet  Ezekiel.  "  Hut  he  that  taketh 
warning  shall  deliver  his  soul."      From   what 

4 


50  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

he  be  delivered?  FROM  DYING  IN  HIS  SINS, — 
the  most  dreadful  penalty  that  God  himself  could 
threaten  against  a  wicked  immortal  being.  Plainly, 
the  loss  of  immortality  is  in  itself  no  penalty ;  but 
an  immortality  of  evil  is  the  most  terrific  of  all  reali- 
ties that  the  human  mind  can  possibly  conceive. 

And  therefore  God  has  revealed  the  consequences 
of  sin  in  the  plainest  words  that  human  language 
can  command,  whether  in  the  Old  or  New  Testa- 
ment, whether  in  Hebrew  or  Greek,  —  the  two  pri- 
mary languages  in  which  the  knowledge  of  God 
and  of  the  eternal  world  was  ever  conveyed  by 
divine  inspiration  to  mankind. 

An  anecdote  occurring  within  the  experience 
of  our  own  household,  entitled  "  Packing  up  for 
Heaven,"  is  an  illustration  of  the  simplicity  and 
confidence  of  faith  and  trust,  in  the  minds  even 
of  babes  and  sucklings,  in  regard  to  the  teachings 
given  them  at  the  very  earliest  period,  concerning 
God  and  heaven. 

The  little  child  was  playing  with  its  mother,  and 
they  were  talking  about  heaven.  The  mother  had 
been  telling  the  child  of  the  joys  and  glories  of 
that  happy  world,  —  the  beauty  and  glory  of  the 
angels  with  their  shining  wings,  the  streets  of  gold, 
the  gates  of  pearl,  the  golden  crowns,  the  harps, 
and  the  white  robes,  and  the  songs  of  redemption. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND   LOVE.  5  I 

There  is  no  sickness  there,  no  pain  nor  death,  nor 
sorrow  nor  sighing,  for  God  shall  wipe  away  all 
the  tears  from  every  eye;  and  there  is  no  sin  there, 
which  makes  all  our  trouble  here,  but  perfect  holi- 
ness. All  will  be  holy,  just  as  the  Lord  Jesus  is 
holy,  and  all  will  be  perfectly  happy  in  heaven. 
All  the  good  children  will  be  there;  for  Jesus  him- 
self has  said,  "  Suffer  little  children,  and  forbid 
them  not,  to  come  unto  me :  for  of  such  is  the 
kingdom  of  heaven." 

"  Oh,  what  a  happy  world  !  There  we  shall  see 
God,  and  love  him,  and  rejoice  in  him,  and  God 
himself  shall  be  with  us  and  be  our  God. 

'There  we  shall  see  his  face, 
And  never,  never  sin  ; 
And  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace 
Drink  endless  pleasures  in.' 

Oh,  what  a  happy  world  !  and  how  happy  we  all 
shall  be  when  we  once  get  there  !  " 

"  Oh,  dear  Mamma,"  said  the  child,  jumping 
up  at  the  thought  of  such  a  bright,  happy  place, 
and  such  happy  company,  "let  us  all  go  now- 
let  us  start  now  !     Let  us  go  right  away  to-night  !  " 

"Oh,  but  we  can't  get  ready  to-night;  we  must 
wait  a  little!  And  besides,  God  is  not  ready  for  us 
to  come  yet;  but  when  we  must  come,  he  will  let 
us  know." 


52  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

"But  why  can't  we  get  ready  now?  Oh,  I  should 
like  to  go  now  right  up  to  heaven !  Dear  Mamma, 
let  us  go  to-morrow." 

"But,  my  dear  child,  we  are  not  ready  yet;  and 
we  must  wait  God's  time,  and  when  he  is  ready 
he  will  send  for  us." 

"  Well,  dear  Mamma,  let  us  begin  to  pack  up 
now,  at  any  rate." 

By  the  writing  of  this  anecdote  I  was  reminded 
of  my  own  early  experience  in  being  quarantined 
from  Constantinople  in  the  plague-season. 

"  Here  am  I,"  my  diary  says,  "  in  quarantine  for 
my  return  to  Europe,  and  for  another  oceanic 
voyage  on  my  way  HOME  !  Oh  the  beauty 
and  the  sweetness  of  that  beloved  English  word 
Home!  Shall  I  ever  again  realize  it?  LaPeste! 
La  Peste  !  It  was  supposed  when  I  landed  here, 
and  had  been  well  smoked,  according  to  the  laws 
of  purification,  that  I  had  not  yet  escaped  the 
plague,  as  my  illness  on  board  ship  had  revealed 
some  dangerous  indications  of  that  terror!  Have 
I  then  really  been  preserved  from  it?  If  we  touch 
any  late  comer,  our  whole  quarantine  has  to  be 
renewed,  or  at  least  lengthened  out  enough  to 
make  it  as  long  as  his,  the  latest  possible  victim, 
or  we  cannot  be  regarded  as  fit  for  any  health- 
ful society.     How  then  can  it   ever  be  known,  in 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  53 

this  world  of  sin,  misery,  and  falsehood,  that  we 
have  ever  been  so  purified  as  to  be  fitted  for  the 
society  of  heaven?" 

What  an  instructive  admonition  for  pilgrims 
journeying  heavenward  !  When  shall  we  be  ready 
for  heaven?  Never  on  our  own  merits,  nor  on 
the  testimony  of  all  the  quarantine  or  church  cer- 
tificates in  the  world ;  far  less  on  the  hope  of 
another  probation  more  merciful  than  that  of  the 
present  life.  We  must  be  in  Christ  now,  and  find 
all  our  readiness  and  fitness  in  and  from  him,  and 
only  through  his  infinite  mercy. 

Letter  from  Mrs.  Cheever  to  her  beloved  Niece 
in  Shanghai,   China. 

My  very  dear  Annie,  —  Many  thanks  for  your  sweet, 
affectionate  letter  just  received  ;  and  I  hasten  to  tell  you 
that  I  will  copy  the  lines  you  so  much  desire  and  send 
them  with  an  additional  poem  in  a  few  days.  I  want  to 
hear  from  China  before  I  venture  to  forward  them,  for  you 
may  be  banished  from  Shanghai,  if  a  spirit  of  retaliation 
should  be  stirred  up  against  foreigners  for  the  inhuman 
treatment  of  the  poor,  unoffending  Chinese  in  our  country. 
I  am  bursting  with  indignation,  and  feel  that  it  is  a  burn- 
ing shame  that  it  should  have  been  allowed,  and  that  our 
1  rnment  has  been  ^  indifferent  to  their  sai  red  1 
>f  protecting  them.  We  have  suffered  all  the 
of  Europe  to  come  to  our  shores,  for  which  we  an 


54  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

paying  dearly,  and  the  industrious,  honest  Chinese  are  to 
be  driven  away.  The  command  of  Irish  votes,  under  the 
control  of  the  Papacy,  is  the  whole  secret ;  and  our  peo- 
ple are  afraid  of  the  Irish  now  that  they  have  so  much 
power  by  their  votes.  I  have  long  felt  that  we  were  living 
over  a  volcano  ready  to  burst  at  any  moment ;  and  the 
recent  riots  in  New  York  and  elsewhere  are  verifying  our 
predictions. 

The  labor  question  is  only  a  pretext  for  the  introduction 
of  Romanism  to  our  country.  The  Pope  has  declared  that 
he  will  have  dominion  here  through  Catholic-Irish  votes, 
and  it  is  too  true.  You  will  see  by  the  papers  how  things 
are  working.  I  suppose  you  see  the  American  papers? 
But  the  "  Herald  "  is  all  Irish,  though  I  am  glad  it  has 
lately  been  outspoken  in  favor  of  the  Chinese.  But  the 
whole  world  is  in  commotion,  and  I  think  we  are  on  the 
eve  of  some  great  crisis  in  the  world's  history,  some 
fulfilment  of  the  prophecies  but  little  understood.  Our 
only  comfort  is  that  the  Lord  reigns,  and  must  overturn 
and  overturn  till  He  whose  right  it  is  shall  reign  forever. 

I  was  glad  —  or  rather  delighted  —  that  you  had  your 
dear  uncle  to  preach  for  you,  and  wish  you  could  in  real- 
ity hear  one  of  his  close  pungent  sermons ;  such  preach- 
ing is  needed  in  these  days.  I  want  to  send  you  and 
Shepherd  one  or  two  of  his  books,  if  you  will  direct  me 
how  to  forward  them.  You  both,  I  'm  sure,  would  enjoy 
the  contents.  1  wrote  dear  Cousin  Ann,  and  desired  her 
to  send  you  her  photograph.  I  have  a  beautiful  one  of 
her  taken  before  Mary's  marriage  to  the  Prince,  which  I 
hope   he   will  send  you.      I   hear  from  her  quite  often. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AKD  LOVE.  55 

She  writes  charmingly.  Is  now  over  eighty,  but  bright 
and  vigorous  as  ever.  I  have  desired  John  Taylor  to 
send  you  one  of  himself  and  wife,  and  also  requested 
your  Aunt  Fanny's  and  the  girls'.  I  wish  you  could 
see  our  darling  Wyatt,  who  is  now  with  us.  He  is  John 
Taylor's  youngest  child,  and  a  bright,  beautiful  boy.  We 
love  him  dearly,  and  think  he  is  a  none-such.  His 
prattle  is  charming. 

I  quite  long  to  see  your  good,  faithful  Ahmar.  What 
a  valuable  servant  she  must  be  !  And  yet  such  are  not  al- 
lowed admission  to  our  country  !  It  is  outrageous.  Tell 
her  that  I  am  always  pleased  to  hear  of  her,  and  hope 
God  will  reward  her  for  all  her  kindness  to  you  and  Shep- 
herd, and  that  she  will  be  among  the  redeemed  in  glory 
some  day.  Just  think  of  sending  back  to  China  a  Man- 
darin of  wealth  and  position,  because  the  Irish  had  for- 
bidden him  to  land  !  Surely  there  will  be  trouble.  I  hope, 
dear  Annie,  that  you  and  all  your  household  will  be  kept 
in  peace  and  safety,  and  ready  for  a  better  home  in 
heaven,  when  summoned  from  this  to  join  the  bright 
spirits  above.     God  bless  you,  is  ever  the  prayer  of 

Your  loving 

Aunt  Liz/ik. 

From  a  Letter  of  Mrs.  Cheever  to  her  Beloved  Cousin 
in  Germci?iy  concerning  little  Wyatt, 

Dear  Cousin,  —  I  don't  see  that  there  is  any  differ- 
ence in  our  views  on  the  question  of  instructing  the  pool  ; 
for  we  each  and  all   feel  and  know  that    if  the  ma 
the  people  anywhere  throughout  the  world  were  instru<  ted 


56  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

and  educated  in  the  knowledge  of  God's  Word,  through 
faith  in  Christ  our  Saviour,  ail  would  be  equally  edu- 
cated towards  heaven.  For  the  rule  of  heavenly  love 
is,  "  Where  there  is  neither  Jew  nor  Greek,  Barbarian, 
Scythian,  bond  nor  free ;  but  Christ  all  a?id  in  all" 
Such  a  state  on  earth  can  never  be  possible  unless  those 
that  are  high  become  lowly,  and  all  are  willing  to  follow, 
in  spirit  and  in  truth,  the  wonderful  declaration  of  our 
blessed  Lord  :  "  If  I,  then,  your  Lord  and  Master,  have 
washed  your  feet,  ye  also  ought  to  wash  one  another's 
feet ;  for  I  have  given  you  an  example,  that  ye  should  do 
as  I  have  done  to  you  ! " 

But  not  with  the  infinite  hypocrisy  and  washing  of  the 
Pope  and  his  Cardinals  (imitated,  as  we  have  seen  re- 
cently, by  the  Emperor  of  Austria)  gathering  a  com- 
pany of  dirty  beggars  in  public  show  for  admiration, 
and  then,  themselves  in  purple  robes,  stooping  to  apply 
their  royal  fragrant  towels,  moistened  from  golden  ewers, 
to  feet  already  washed  in  preparation  for  this  mon- 
strous caricature  !  (See  the  description,  in  the  Observer 
of  the  1 2th  of  April,  of  that  scene  of  Roval  Foot- 
Washing.) 

Does  it  not,  dear  cousin,  seem  incredible  that  any  set 
of  rational  beings  should  seize  upon  the  most  wonderful 
symbol  of  Divine  condescension,  compassion,  and  love, 
and  pervert  it  into  a  claim  of  human  authority  and  power, 
in  God's  pretended  Vicar  on  earth,  to  trample  under  foot 
the  souls  of  the  poor  and  needy?  Just  so  the  offering  up 
of  the  Mass,  as  the  sacrifice  of  the  Son  of  God  for  the 
sins  of  the  world,  is  an  actual  sacrifice  of  the  deluded 
masses,  in  their  ignorance,  guilt,  and  superstition,  to  the 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  S7 

Man  of  Sin  and  Son  of  Perdition.  Such  profane  and 
blasphemous  falsehoods  in  assumption  of  the  power  on 
earth  of  forgiving  sins,  and  absolving  in  the  name  of  the 
Most  High  God,  and  with  the  claim  of  his  infallibility,  all 
souls  that  he  can  persuade,  as  in  the  time  of  Luther,  to 
believe  in  such  impostures  !  All  this,  along  with  the  ex- 
clusion of  the  Bible  from  our  common  schools,  at  the 
bidding  of  the  Romish  priesthood  !  An  insurance  for  life, 
that  the  children  shall  all  grow  up  in  the  ignorance  of  their 
fathers,  and  sin  on,  in  the  same  perversion  of  God's  offer 
of  salvation  ! 

But  now  I  must  tell  you  something  about  the  bright 
little  cherub,  our  nephew's  dear  boy,  Wyatt,  who  has 
taken  possession  of  all  our  hearts  so  completely  by  his 
winning  ways,  as  never  any  child  of  our  acquaintance  did 
before.  I  mention  this,  because  I  enclose  for  you  a  little 
photograph  of  him,  taken  in  the  Isle  of  Jersey  about  a 
year  ago,  and  at  this  day  quite  a  perfect  likeness  ;  and 
because  my  dear  husband  has  found  in  him  so  remark- 
able an  instance  of  the  power  with  which  the  idea  of  God 
may  seize  and  possess  the  mind  of  a  child  from  the  ear- 
liest period,  though  presented  first  only  in  the  book  of 
Nature,  and  in  the  question  and  its  answer,  Who  made 
you?  His  aunt,  I  believe,  was  the  first  person  that  ever 
put  the  question  to  him,  or  attempted  to  instruct  him  in 
its  answer;  but  the  simplicity  of  his  faith,  and  the  wonder 
and  solemnity,  yet  almost  affectionate  reverence  and  con- 
fidence, with  which  he  has  [earned  to  refer  sun,  moon,  and 
stars,  father  and  mother,  brother  and  sisters,  and  all  good 
people  and  things  to  God,  are  a  very  beautiful  proof  that 
religion  and  the  idea  of  God,  if  taught  from  the  earliest 


58  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

period,  would  be  found  as  intelligible,  in  the  dawnings  o\ 
our  infantile  reason,  as  the  workings  of  self-consciousness 
itself. 

The  other  day  little  Wyatt,  having  unknowingly  taken 
cold,  was  standing  at  a  window,  looking  up  toward  the 
sky,  his  mother  not  dreaming  of  any  illness ;  when  he 
suddenly  turned  his  face  to  her,  and  said,  "  Mamma,  do 
you  think  if  Wyatt  was  to  die,  God  would  take  Wyatt  up 
to  heaven?"  and  without  a  moment  of  further  warning 
fell  down  in  a  convulsion,  which  deprived  him  entirely  of 
sense  and  motion.  You  may  well  suppose  his  parents 
were  terrified  beyond  measure ;  but  he  was  put  immedi- 
ately into  a  hot  bath,  and  when  the  doctor  arrived,  was 
found  quite  restored  to  life  and  to  his  senses,  and  has 
since  recovered  to  all  appearance  completely.  Could  any 
agency  but  that  of  the  Spirit  of  God  have  been  working 
in  the  mind  and  heart  of  the  little  fellow  by  that  window 
of  the  mind  looking  up  to  heaven,  co-present  with  a  sud- 
den sense  of  illness  and  nearness  to  death,  when  he  asked 
that  question  ?  "  Out  of  the  mouth  of  babes  and  sucklings 
thou  hast  perfected  praise,  that  thou  mightest  still  the 
enemy  and  the  avenger."  God  in  Christ  may  often  be 
dealing  with  children  in  their  unuttered  thoughts  and 
questionings,  which,  when  learned  by  the  parents,  if  fol- 
lowed up  with  something  of  the  divine  tenderness,  and 
love  of  Christ,  accompanied  with  earnest  prayer,  would 
bring  them  very  surely  into  his  fold,  and  keep  them  from 
the  paths  of  the  Destroyer.  That  process  of  faith  in  the 
heart  of  every  Christian  mother  would  soon  carry  it  out 
perfectly  in  faith  and  prayer,  and  by  a  mother's  love  teach 
the  love  of  Jesus  from  earliest  infancy ;  would  itself  still 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  59 

the  Enemy  and  Avenger  by  removing  his  intended  victims 
beyond  reach  of  his  power,  even  amidst  all  temptations  ! 
When  shall  it  once  be  ? 

Little  Wyatt  is  certainly  one  of  the  brightest,  sweetest, 
most  captivating  and  attractive  little  minds  ever  set  in  its 
frame  of  immortality.  So  artless,  yet  inquisitive  ;  so  full 
of  sensibility  and  feeling ;  so  quick  and  intelligent  in  his 
perceptions ;  so  rapid  in  the  acquisition  of  language,  and 
so  swift  to  catch  the  meaning  of  new  words,  and  so  evi- 
dently thoughtful  and  correct  in  their  use,  when  he  can 
hardly  pronounce  them  in  his  prattle ;  and  he  is  so  manly 
and  at  the  same  time  so  childlike,  and  not  precocious, 
but  so  confiding  and  affectionate  toward  those  who  love 
him,  and  so  quick  to  perceive  and  value  their  sincerity  j 
such  a  lover  of  pictures  and  animals,  from  Jumbo  down 
to  our  own  chickens ;  discerning  the  artistic  merits  of  the 
show ;  and  asking  the  why  and  the  how  and  the  purpose  of 
everything,  —  that  we  sometimes  think,  if  his  life  is  spared 
and  he  is  not  spoiled  by  over  indulgence  and  affec- 
tion, his  promise  will  develop  into  some  bright  form  of 
commanding  and  enduring  genius.  God  grant  it  may 
be  so  ! 

So  for  dear  little  Wyatt's  attractiveness  as  a 
child,  and  the  expectations  of  his  promised  great- 
ness. Now  for  one  of  his  dear  aunty's  letters  to 
the  child  when  absent  from  her  charge* 

My  dear,  darling  little  Wyatt,  my  very  dear  boy,  you  don't 

know  how  much  we  love  you.  and  how  SOfTy  we  all  are  to 
hear  of  your  sickness.      But  we  hope,  by  our  dear  1 


60  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

tender  mercy,  you  will  soon  be  much  better,  and  that  we 
may  see  you  again  in  health,  and  rejoice  in  all  your  prat- 
tle and  fun.  You  well  know  how  the  dear  Saviour  loves 
little  children,  and  all  that  he  does  for  them  is  for  their 
good ;  so  you  must  not  be  troubled  or  afraid  in  your  sick- 
ness, because  Jesus  himself  is  with  you  and  watches  over 
you.  You  remember  how  he  once  became  a  little  child 
for  your  sake,  and  he  knows  the  heart  of  a  little  child,  and 
besides  has  given  charge  to  his  loving  angels  to  take  care 
of  you  and  keep  you  as  one  of  his  little  lambs.  If  he 
wishes  to  take  you  up  to  heaven  while  you  are  a  little 
child,  it  is  because  he  has  a  bright  and  blessed  infant- 
school  up  there  in  the  New  Jerusalem,  where  he  will  put 
you  in  one  of  his  dear  loving  classes,  and  hold  you  by  the 
hand,  and  teach  you,  and  show  you  all  the  bright  treasures 
that  he  has  in  store  for  you. 

There  it  will  everywhere  be  so  beautiful  and  bright 
and  holy,  that  the  city  and  the  country  everywhere  will  be 
safe  and  lovely,  and  so  full  of  glory  and  of  happy  youth- 
ful saints,  the  children  of  his  kingdom,  that  he  says  in 
the  Bible  that  the  very  streets  of  the  city,  which  are  of 
pure  gold,  as  clear  as  glass,  shall  be  full  of  boys  and  girls 
playing  in  the  streets  thereof.  The  angels  will  love  to 
play  with  you.  Still,  you  need  not  be  in  a  hurry  to  go,  but 
only  to  have  everything  just  as  the  Lord  pleases,  when  and 
how;  and  we  all  want  you  to  stay  with  us  here  just  as  long 
as  God  can  spare  you  to  us,  and  so  we  earnestly  pray  for 
you  that  our  loving  Jesus,  who  is  the  great  physician  for 
us  all,  may  give  you  life,  health,  and  strength,  to  make  us 
all  yet  more  happy  in  your  happiness,  and  in  all  your 
sweet  and  winning  ways  with  us  on  earth,  and  then,  when- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  6 1 

ever  he  pleases,  he  will  take  us  all  to  heaven,  if  we  only 
learn  to  trust  him  and  love  him,  and  try  always  to  please 
him  while  here  below.  Meantime,  may  our  dear  merciful 
Saviour  make  you  sweetly  patient,  gentle,  submissive,  and 
happy  under  his  loving  discipline,  which  older  people 
find  it  very  hard  sometimes  to  bear. 

My  darling  child,  if  I  were  not  afraid  of  tiring  you  by 
too  long  a  letter  while  you  are  so  ill,  I  would  tell  you 
something  about  your  bright  and  cheery  little  bantam, 
and  how  he  goes  about  among  the  hens,  crowing  like  the 
biggest  rooster  and  shining  like  a  peacock,  —  his  wings 
are  so  beautifully  colored,  red,  yellow,  and  gold.  He  is 
one  of  the  prettiest,  sweetest  little  fellows  you  ever  saw, 
and  he  stands  up  so  firm  and  soldier-like  when  he  crows, 
and  pours  forth  his  musical  voice  with  such  evident  pleas- 
ure and  artless  pride  that  it  is  a  sight  worth  coming  from 
Stamford  to  see.  And  now,  dearest  boy,  may  God  grant 
you  new  health  and  strength  to  come  and  see  for  your- 
self, as  soon  as  you  are  well  enough,  what  a  blessed  robe 
of  loveliness  the  spring  season  is  throwing  over  everything. 
The  birds  are  building  their  nests  already,  and  the  buds 
will  soon  break  forth  in  blossoms,  oh,  how  sweet  and 
fragrant  !  God  bless  you  and  keep  you,  dear  Wyatt,  and 
your  dear  parents,  and  all  the  dear  children,  and  make 
you  all  well  and  happy  forevermore.  This  is  the  prayer 
of 

Your  tenderly  loving,  anxious  Aunt  and  l"n<  le. 


62  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Another  Letter  during  Wyatfs  Absence. 

My  darling  Wyatt,  —  I  am  very  lonely,  and  long 
to  see  you.  We  all  miss  you,  and  hope  you  will  be  ready 
to  come  back  in  two  weeks,  for  we  cannot  live  all  winter 
without  seeing  your  dear,  bright  little  face.  Your  dear 
uncle  wants  you  back  too,  and  we  hope  you  will  feel  will- 
ing to  come,  and  will  be  a  good  little  boy  and  a  comfort 
to  us.     Your  little  bantam  comes  every  morning  for  some 

crumbs,  and  reminds  me  of  your  dear  little  self.     H 

says  it  seems  very  lonely  at  the  barn  and  wood-house  with- 
out seeing  you.  John  arrived  last  evening,  and  we  hope  to 
see  him  to-day  ;  if  he  brings  anything  for  you  I  will  send  it. 
I  am  sorry  you  did  not  take  your  ship  in  the  bag,  so  as  to 
let  Hiram  see  it.     It  was  a  beautiful  gift  from  Maria.    Let 

your  mamma  see  your  book  from  Mrs.  F .     We  have 

the  toys  you  left,  all  in  a  safe  place  with  the  tools,  which 
you  will  need  when  you  come  back.  I  was  in  hopes  we 
should  have  some  snow  yesterday,  so  you  and  Hiram  could 
enjoy  coasting.  I  will  have  a  new  sled  for  you  when  you 
return,  and  other  things.  Good-by.  Evelina  and  Maria 
send  you  a  great  deal  of  love,  and  your  dear  uncle  sends 

a  thousand  kisses  with  mine. 

Ever  your  loving  Aunty. 

Beware  of  dogs  ;  and  don't  take  cold. 

His  Aunty's  Letter  of  Invitation. 

When  will  you,  my  own  dear  little  Wyatt,  be  ready  and 
willing  to  come  back  to  us  ?  We  cannot  wait  till  spring, 
for  we  want  to  see  you  so  much ;  we  are  very  lonely 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  63 

without  you,  and  want  to  see  your  bright  little  face  and 
hear  you  talk.  We  hope  you  have  done  with  striking, 
and  are  willing  to  obey.  You  can  be  the  best  little  boy 
in  the  whole  world  if  you  will  quit  all  naughty  little  ways. 
God  will  love  and  bless  you,  and  everybody  will  love  you, 
and  you  will  grow  up  a  good  and  useful  man,  if  God  spares 
you.  So  try,  dear  little  Wyatt,  and  tell  Hiram  to  try  also, 
and  Zenobia,  and  Bessie. 

We  will  not  mind  your  noise,  and  would  rather  hear 
it,  if  you  are  not  too  boisterous,  than  the  stillness  now 
in  our  house.  The  servants  say  so  too  ;  and  they  want 
you  back.  Maria  and  Evelina  send  their  love  to  you,  and 
will  be  delighted  to  see  you.  We  are  all  ready  to  welcome 
you  back.  The  ice  is  thick  on  the  pond,  and  we  have 
plenty  of  snow,  and  you  shall  have  a  beautiful  sled,  and 
choose  it  yourself,  and  there  will  be  plenty  of  boys  and 
girls  to  skate  on  the  pond. 

I    must  now  tell   you  something  that  will    make  you 
laugh.     Our  little  kitten  is  getting  very  playful  and  mis- 
chievous.    She  lately  jumps  on  Daisy's  back  and  plays 
with   Daisy's  tail.      Daisy  was  very  uneasy  at  first   in  hav- 
ing her  tail  pulled  by  the  kitten,  but  does  n't  seem  to  mind 
it  now.     The  kitten  follows  the  man-servant  all  about,  and 
goes  into  the  chicken-house  and  jumps  on   the   roosting- 
poles  with  the  chickens.     Your  uncle  say->  she  is  the  pret- 
tiest and  most  playful   little  kitten   he  ever  saw,  ami   he 
loves  to  watch  her  at  play.     Now,  do  come  back,  dear 
little  Wyatt,  as  soon  as  your  dear  mamma  and  pap 
span-  you?    You  can  go  home  again  for  a  visit  anj 
and  I  will  pay  all  the  expenses  of  your  trip.     We  arena* 
inj_;  a  good  many  eggs  now,  and  you  can  sell  them,  foi  wc 


64  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

can  get  fifty  cents  a  dozen  ;  and  you  shall  have  the  money. 
We  want  you  to  find  the  eggs  and  chase  away  the  pigs. 
Love  and  kisses  to  you  all  from  your  loving  Aunty; 
and  Uncle  sends  you  his  kisses  the  same  with  hers. 

My  dear  little  Wyatt,  —  I  want  to  tell  you  what  your 
dear  uncle  dreamed  about  you  last  night,  which  will,  I  am 
sure,  please  you.  He  told  it  to  Zenobia  and  your  aunty 
this  morning. 

He  dreamed  that  Wyatt's  papa  and  himself,  with  dear 
little  Wyatt,  went  out  on  the  river  in  a  boat  sailing,  and  a 
terrible  fog  came  on,  and  they  could  hardly  see,  and  were 
afraid  they  would  never  reach  land ;  but  they  all  pulled 
hard  for  the  shore,  and  God  brought  them  safely  home  at 
last.  When  they  got  home,  all  felt  very  tired,  and  their 
clothes  were  all  wet,  and  Uncle  said  little  Wyatt  must  be 
put  in  bed,  for  he  was  so  tired  and  sleepy.  But  not  so  ! 
Little  Wyatt  said,  "  I  must  pray  to  God  first ;  "  and  down 
he  went  on  his  little  knees,  and  with  uplifted  hands 
thanked  God  for  his  kind  care. 

Uncle  said  dear  little  Wyatt  looked  like  an  angel,  with 
his  little  white  nightgown  on,  and  his  dear  little  hands 
raised  to  Heaven. 

A  ChiliPs  Prayer,  written  for  Wyatt. 

O  merciful  Heavenly  Father,  may  a  little  child  like 
me  venture  to  call  thee  mine?  Oh,  make  me  thine,  thy 
dear,  loving  child,  cleansed  from  all  sin  and  forgiven  for 
Jesus'  sake,  who  died  for  me  that  I  might  live  forever  in 
heaven  with  the  angels  of  God  and  all  the   dear,  loving 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  65 

children  in  thy  heavenly  kingdom.  Oh,  take  my  heart  and 
make  it  pure  and  holy,  and  take  away  all  evil  thoughts 
and  feelings  out  of  it.  Teach  me,  0  Lord,  and  give  me 
grace  to  love  my  God  and  Saviour  with  all  my  heart  and 
soul  and  strength,  and  my  neighbor  as  myself.  May  I  be 
meek  and  lowly,  and  of  gentle  mind  and  manners,  and 
loving  God  and  his  sweet  and  blessed  word  in  the  Bible,  as 
Jesus  did  when  he  was  a  little  child  on  earth,  and  lived 
and  died  for  us,  that  we  might  be  like  him,  and  love  him, 
and  be  kept  and  loved  by  him  forever.  Make  me  always 
loving  and  obedient  to  my  dear  father  and  mother,  and 
tender  and  gentle  and  loving  to  my  dear  brothers  and 
sisters.  Make  me  good  and  kind  and  patient  and  true  to 
all  my  playmates,  and  to  everybody  around  me,  for  Jesus' 
sake.  Show  me  how  to  believe  in  him,  and  teach  me  to 
pray  always,  in  his  dear  name,  trusting  in  him.  Keep 
me  always  in  his  love,  and  give  me  more  and  more  of  his 
blessed  Spirit,  every  day  on  earth  ;  and  when  I  die,  take 
me,  O  Father,  washed  in  his  most  precious  blood,  a  lamb  of 
his  fold,  to  be  forever  with  him,  and  with  all  his  redeemed 
little  ones  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 


56  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 


CHAPTER   IV. 

Letters  on  the  Sickness  and  Death  of  our  Beloved 
Mother. —  Description  of  her  Character  and  Example 
in  Life.  —  The  Death  and  Burial  at  Sea  of  her 
Youngest  Son,  Dr.  Nathaniel  Cheever. 

TT7E  change  the  scene  and  argument  of  these 
Memorials  to  an  experience  of  sorrow  and 
a  discipline  of  divine  mercy  and  grace.  It  was  the 
sickness  and  death  of  our  beloved  mother,  and  the 
visions  of  heavenly  hope  and  happiness  given  for 
our  comfort.  As  justly  descriptive  of  her  char- 
acter, we  copy  a  notice  written  by  a  relative  in 
Cambridge,  Mass.,  on  the  event  of  her  death  in 
Grecnport,  L.  I. 

The  writer  says  "  he  will  attempt  a  portrait  of 
her,  as  the  picture  appears  distinct  and  beautiful 
before  his  own  mind.  With  such  an  example  be- 
fore them,  let  the  mothers  in  Israel,  left  with  chil- 
dren to  care  for  and  educate,  take  courage  and  go 
forward,  putting  their  trust  in  God." 

"  Mrs.  Checver  was  born  in  the  ancient  town  of  York, 
in  the  State  of  Maine.  This  town  was  settled  by  some  of 
.lie  best   families   that    England   contributed  to  the   New 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  67 

World.  The  name  and  family  of  Barrell  was  one  of  the 
most  honorable  and  numerous.  This  was  Mrs.  Chee- 
ver's  maiden  name ;  she  was  married  to  Mr.  Nathaniel 
Cheever,  of  Hallowell,  Me.  This  was  the  place  of 
Mrs.  Cheever's  residence  for  the  greater  part  of  her  life. 
Here  her  character  was  matured,  known,  and  loved  ; 
here  with  her  the  great  battle  of  life  was  fought  and  the 
victory  won ;  here  she  experienced  the  sunshine  and  the 
storm  which  gave  strength  and  beauty  to  her  many 
excellences. 

"  Her  husband,  one  of  the  most  estimable  and  excellent 
of  men,  was  soon  established  in  a  prosperous  business  ; 
and  she  became  the  happy  mother  of  seven  children.  Life 
was  all  brightness  and  hope.  Then  came  her  first  heavy 
sorrow,  —  a  son,  a  very  promising  and  lovely  lad,  eleven 
years  old,  suddenly  dropped  through  the  ice  while  skating, 
and  was  drowned.  No  blow  to  a  fond  and  doting  mother 
could  be  more  terrible  and  prostrating  than  this.  The 
shock  was  severe  and  the  mourning  was  perpetual ;  but 
by  the  grace  of  God  renewing  her  soul,  she  was  brought 
thereby  to  a  serene  and  tranquil  resignation  to  the  divine 
will.  Four  years  after  this  event  her  husband  died  of 
consumption,  in  Augusta,  Ga., —  whither  he  had  repaired 
for  his  health,  —  and  left  a  sad  but  not  desponding  house- 
hold. There  the  true  and  genuine  woman,  the  sincere 
Christian,  the  devoted  and  tender  mother,  shone  forth  in 
the  life  of  Mrs.  ( "hec\ er.  Administering  with  great  wis- 
dom the  moderate  but  sufficient  fortune  left  by  her  hus- 
band, she  was  at  once  tin-  protector,  guide,  example,  and 
tea<  her  of  her  <  hildren.  For  mam-  yean  the  mansion 
under  the  elm  was  the  abode  of  cheerful  industry,  the 


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centre  of  the  warmest  affections,  a  source  of  streams  of 
piety  and  knowledge,  now  and  long  hence  to  make  the 
hearts  of  many  glad. 

"  Mrs.  Cheever  during  all  this  period  seemed  to  live  a 
fourfold  life,  in  each  of  which  she  accomplished  more 
than  many  devoted  to  a  single  one  of  them.  She  had  a 
life  '  hid  with  Christ  in  God.'  In  the  exercises  of  devo- 
tion, in  the  acquisitions  of  religious  knowledge,  she  did 
the  work  of  an  ordinary  life.  In  domestic  cares,  by  wis- 
dom in  planning  and  great  skill  in  accomplishing,  she  did 
the  work  of  a  day  in  a  few  hours.  There,  as  teacher  of, 
and  scholar  with,  her  children,  she  did  so  much  that  to  a 
stranger  it  seemed  the  whole  business  of  life.  In  all  the 
social  relations  Mrs.  Cheever  was  a  bright,  radiant  centre. 
In  conversational  powers  and  intelligence  she  had  but  few 
equals.  There  was  a  radiance  of  countenance,  flashes 
of  wit,  pleasant  repartee,  that  delighted  all,  while  they 
wounded  none.  She  had  the  patience  of  the  most 
schooled  and  disciplined  of  philosophers,  with  all  the 
buoyancy  and  sprightliness  of  the  most  joyous  poets. 
Her  presence  was  a  perpetual  sunshine  ;  her  memory  like 
those  beautiful  clouds  on  which  the  last  rays  of  evening 
fall,  but  not,  like  those  clouds,  ever  to  fade  from  the 
memory  of  those  who  knew  and  loved  her.  Her  duty 
was  always  her  delight ;  the  harvest  of  her  labors  a  rich 
reward.  There  were  four  elements  that  constituted  the 
Strength  and  glory  of  her  character,  her  piety,  sincerity, 
perseverance,  and  cheerfulness. 

"  Her  last  severe  trial,  —  the  death  at  sea  of  her  invalid 
son,  the  'beloved  physician/ —  and  the  suffering  conse- 
quent upon  it,  were  remarkably  sanctified  to  her.      J-n5- 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND   LOVE.  69 

work  of  grace  was  evidently  deeper  and  her  faith  stronger  ; 
the  promises  of  God  were  sweeter  than  ever  before.  In 
her  residence  with  her  son  at  Greenport,  though  trans- 
planted like  a  noble  vine  to  a  stranger  soil,  she  is  said  to 
have  taken  root  downward  and  borne  fruit  upward.  She 
endeared  herself  greatly  to  the  people  of  God  there  by 
her  cheerful  tone,  her  genial  benevolence,  earnest  devo- 
tion, and  youthful  zeal  in  the  cause  of  her  Master.  Her 
loss  to  the  Congregational  Church,  as  a  mother  in  Israel, 
is  very  deeply  felt.  Her  memory  is  hallowed.  She  de- 
parted in  the  full  possession  of  all  her  faculties.  Her 
death-bed  was  bright  and  glorious  by  the  presence  of  her 
Saviour. 

"  Another  hand  is  beckoning  us, 
Another  call  is  given; 
And  glows  once  more  with  angel-steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

"  Sweet  promptings  unto  kindest  deeds 
Were  in  her  very  look. : 
We  read  her  face  as  one  who  reads 
A  true  and  holy  book  ; 

"  The  measure  of  a  blessed  hymn 

To  which  our  hearts  could  move  ; 
The  breathing  of  an  inward  psalm, 
A  canticle  of  love." 

In  connection  with  the  above  notices  we  present 
some  extracts   from  a  volume  by  Rev.   Henr)    l 
Cbeever,  prepared  from   the  journals,   diary,  and 

letters  <>t    our  beloved  brother  Nathaniel, — a 


?0  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

published,  in  two  editions,  by  Mr.  Charles  Scribner, 
in  New  York,  in  1 85 1 ,  —  a  work  that  we  could  wish 
might  be  found,  on  account  of  its  sacred,  educa- 
tional, and  prayerful  lessons,  in  every  Sabbath- 
school  library  and  in  every  household.  From  our 
brother's  youthful  experience,  later  sufferings,  and 
peaceful  death  and  burial  at  sea,  we  choose  a  few 
paragraphs,  introductory  to  the  letters  from  Green- 
port,  where  our  beloved  mother  had  resided  a  few 
years  with  her  son  Henry,  then  the  pastor  of  the 
Congregational  church  in  that  village :  — 

"  His  first  vivid  religious  impressions  under  preaching 
are  believed  to  have  been  when  eight  years  of  age.  He 
then  spent  much  time  in  prayer  by  himself,  and  he  would 
talk  and  pray  with  his  schoolmates  one  by  one.  In  due 
time  God  delivered  him  from  all  disquieting  fears,  doubts, 
and  regrets  ;  and  cheerful  activity  in  his  Master's  service, 
at  every  relaxation  of  disease,  characterized  his  course  for 
many  years.  He  used  to  visit  a  cabinet-maker's  shop, 
where  were  several  young  men,  and  one  or  two  lads  near 
his  own  age,  in  the  hope  of  engaging  their  attention  to 
serious  things.  One  morning,  coming  in  from  them, 
grieved  at  having  heard  profane  language,  and  feeling  that 
he  ought  to  have  said  something  to  the  person  uttering  it, 
he  could  not  be  satisfied  until,  finding  the  '  Swearer's 
Prayer,'  and  going  back  with  the  tract  to  the  shop,  he 
gave  it.  with  a  few  words  of  expostulation,  to  the  young 
man.     They  gave  him  the  designation  of 'The  Little  Mis- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  7 1 

sionary,'  by  way  of  ridicule  ;  but  this  did  not  prevent  his 
earnest  desires  for  their  conversion,  and  ingenuous  efforts 
in  their  behalf. 

"  His  regard  for  the  Sabbath  all  through  his  youth  was 
peculiar  j  his  grief  in  its  profanation  often  expressed  ; 
and  he  was  frequently  known  to  take  a  tract  upon  the 
claims  of  the  Sabbath,  and  go  out  to  give  it  to  persons 
who  were  desecrating  the  holy  day.  No  one  could  refuse 
to  listen  to  a  word  of  remonstrance  from  one  so  young 
and  interesting  in  his  personal  appearance.  In  the  ab- 
sence of  both  his  brothers  at  this  time,  he  resorted,  as  by 
a  social  necessity,  to  more  intimate  self-communications 
with  his  mother  and  sister ;  such  being  the  frankness  and 
affection  of  his  character  by  grace  and  nature,  that  his 
mental  exercises  and  emotions  must  be  shared  by  others 
in  order  to  be  enjoyed  by  himself. 

"  Many  hours  were  spent  at  his  bedside,  after  he  had 
retired  for  the  night,  in  delightful  converse.  We  have 
often  regretted  that  some  record  was  not  preserved  of 
those  nightly  conversations.  So  attractive  and  heavenly 
would  he  often  be,  it  was  difficult  to  leave  him.  Hi>  mother 
sometimes  in  his  early  sickness  would  express  her  sorrow 
in  leaving  him  alone  through  the  night.  Once,  m  partic- 
ular, he  sweetly  answered  her,  in  the  words  of  &  ripture, 
as  was  his  manner,  'What  time  I  am  afraid,  1  will  trust  in 
the  Lord.'  His  early  development  of  faith  and  devout 
emotion  was  DO  less  remarkable  than  his  relig 
ity.  His  Christian  character,  at  the  first  youthi  il  : 
when  the  hand  of  disease  was  laid  oil  him  SO  i 

signalized  by  a  great  love  of  personal  labor  fori 
version  of  those  to  whom  he  could  gain    i 


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few  tracts  in  his  hand  lie  would  pursue  his  walks,  and 
speak  fervently  to  those  to  whom  he  presented  them ; 
and  the  very  sight  of  one  so  young  and  so  feeble,  engaged 
in  such  a  work  with  such  simplicity  and  earnestness,  had 
great  power. 

"  So  deeply  had  this  habit  taken  possession  of  his  being, 
that  at  times  it  seemed  uppermost  even  in  his  dreams. 
His  mother  was  accustomed  to  leave  a  cane  by  his  bed- 
side, that  he  might  knock  in  the  night,  should  any  assist- 
ance be  needed,  under  a  paroxysm  of  disease.  One  night  a 
loud  knocking  was  heard  ;  and  the  family,  having  hastened 
to  him,  found  him  still  asleep,  but  with  the  cane  in  his 
hand,  as  if  calling  for  assistance.  When  it  was  inquired 
what  he  wanted,  '  Mother,'  was  his  earnest,  unconscious 
exclamation,  '  I  can't  make  sinners  hear  !  I  can't  make 
sinners  hear  ! ' 

"  On  one  occasion  his  sister  had  been  out  for  the  after- 
noon, and  did  not  return  till  the  latter  part  of  the  evening. 
It  was  in  the  summer.  He  had  retired,  being  fatigued 
with  the  day's  exertion,  though  at  that  time  better  than 
usual  in  health.  As  was  always  our  custom,  his  room  was 
the  first  place  sought  in  coming  home.  She  went  to  tell 
him  of  the  visit,  and  convey  the  messages  of  Christian 
friends.  He  was  full  of  animation  and  hope  ;  had  been 
to  Gardiner  to  visit  the  iron-foundry  during  the  day,  and 
his  mind  was  much  excited  with  the  thoughts  started  by 
what  he  had  seen.  In  giving  an  account  of  it,  said  he  : 
'  When  looking  into  the  heated  furnace,  with  the  red  ore, 
I  thought  of  the  three  worthies  who  were  cast  into  the  one 
seven  times  heated  ;  and  I  felt,  as  I  ga/cd  upon  the  burn- 
ing flames,  that  if  Christ  should  call  me,  I  could  go  through 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  73 

them  without  fear.'  Such  was  his  joyous  experience  at 
that  time  of  the  love  of  Christ.  A  little  after  this,  while 
suffering  severely  under  an  attack  of  asthma,  he  was  asked 
by  one  of  the  family,  who  was  going  to  visit  a  beloved 
relative,  what  message  she  should  carry  from  him.  '  Tell 
her,'  was  his  immediate  reply,  in  the  manner  peculiar  to 
himself,  — '  tell  her,  with  my  love,  that  the  hand  of  the 
Lord  is  heavy  upon  me,  yet  I  rejoice  in  him  daily.' 

"  Sacred  music,  by  the  voice  and  piano,  was  a  delight 
and  solace  to  him  in  his  affliction.  The  hallowed  lan- 
guage of  praise  and  adoration  was  often  upon  his  lips : 
and  his  voice,  thrilled  by  feeling,  was  full  of  melody. 
One  morning,  when  he  was  more  than  ordinarily  under  the 
power  of  disease,  and  panting  for  breath,  his  mother  had 
left  the  room  upon  his  partial  recovery  from  a  severe 
coughing-spell.  It  was  but  a  few  minutes  after  that  she 
was  arrested  by  the  sound  of  singing  from  his  apartment  ; 
it  was  his  own  voice,  lifted  in  praise  for  relief,  warbling  its 
gratitude  in  that  verse  of  Watts  :  — 

1 1  '11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death, 
Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  : 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  he  past. 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last, 
Or  immortality  endures.' 

"  The  scene  has  closed  in  mid-ocean.  At  sea  in  that 
little  cabin,  amidst  the  storm,  and  in  extreme  weakness, 

though,  by  the  mercyofGod,  with  but  litt!< 

in  a  spirit  of  <  aim.  sweet  confidence  iu  the  Redeem 
last  dying  Btruggle  of  life  has  been  passed  thi 
the  soul  has  winged  Its  way  to  heaven.     What  a  I 


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change,  from  an  existence  the  protracted  effort  of  which 
was  a  conflict  with  disease  and  suffering,  and  one  contin- 
ued trial  of  faith  and  patience,  to  the  unclouded  presence 
and  perfect  likeness  of  Christ,  in  a  world  of  uninterrupted 
holiness,  happiness,  and  glory. 

'Now  planted  in  a  world  of  light, 

Unfolding  into  perfect  bliss, 
Oh,  who  shall  mourn  the  early  flight, 
In  Christ  so  beautiful  and  bright, 

That  drew  him  from  a  world  like  this  ?' 

"  One  after  another  the  treasured  hopes  and  expecta- 
tions of  our  dear  brother  were  disappointed  till  the  last 
that  was  left  was  the  longing  desire  to  see  once  more  his 
beloved  mother  and  sister,  and,  if  it  might  please  God,  to 
die  among  his  kindred.  But  even  when  every  earthly 
hope  is  taken  away,  how  completely  and  calmly  can  Jesus 
satisfy  the  soul !  Here,  at  length,  God  made  it  easy  for 
him  to  dismiss  the  last  desire  of  life,  and  submissively 
and  serenely  to  know  that  never  again  on  earth  would 
he  see  the  faces  of  those  so  dear  to  him.  There  was  no 
conflict  at  last ;  all  he  had  to  do  was  gently  to  fall  asleep 
in  Jesus. 

"  Once,  early  in  life,  amidst  the  sufferings  of  his  disease, 
our  beloved  brother  wrote  an  essay  on  the  characteristics 
of  true  resignation  to  God's  will,  in  answer  to  a  question 
proposed  by  his  sister.  In  the  course  of  it  he  alluded  to 
the  trying  event  of  a  death  and  burial  at  sea,  and  the 
glorious  hope  of  the  Resurrection,  —  the  same  hope  for 
friends  far  away,  as  for  those  whose  green  grassy  mounds 
we  visit  in  the  graveyard  of  our  native  village.    It  is  affect- 


FAITH,   HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  75 

ing  now  to  read  that  passage ;  it  seems  a  long,  yet  not 
sad  presentiment  of  what  might  be  his  own  fate.  What 
matter  where,  since  Christ  is  still  the  same,  in  his  grace 
and  saving  power,  on  the  sea  as  on  the  land  ?  How  many 
dear  forms  lie  shrouded  there  for  the  Resurrection  !  But 
the  sea  shall  give  up  her  dead ;  and  God's  angels  can 
watch  them  there  as  securely  as  beneath  heaven's  crystal 
atmosphere.  The  voice  of  the  ocean  is  a  great  cradle 
hymn,  by  the  music  of  which  the  dead  may  slumber.  In 
the  roar  of  its  tempest  thunder,  or  in  the  calm  and  mighty 
sweep  of  its  undulating  billows,  or  in  the  beating  of  its 
surges  on  a  rock-bound  shore,  or  in  the  solemn  tramp  of 
its  tides  upon  the  long  white  lonely  beach,  it  is  a  perpetual 
requiem. 

"  O  thou  that  goest  forth  upon  its  waters,  drooping 
and  sad,  so  embark  that  if  thine  appointed  resting-place 
should  be  a  bed  beneath  the  deep,  thou  too  mayst  sleep 
in  Jesus  !  Go  forth,  trusting  in  him ;  into  his  hands 
commit  thy  spirit ;  day  by  day,  while  thou  breathest  the 
air  of  the  sea,  let  the  breath  of  prayer  ascend  to  God  by 
faith  in  Jesus.  So  shalt  thou  be  at  peace  ;  and  whether 
in  storm  or  calm,  all  winds  and  waves  shall  be  to  thee 
the  voice  of  God  in  mercy.  'Hope  thou  in  God  ;  for  I 
shall  yet  praise  him  who  is  the  health  ot  my  countenance 
and  my  God.'  " 

Greenport,  Monday  evening,  Januaryj  1 
Dearest,  dearest  Uzzn  .      <  >ur  dear  mother  still  lives  . 

and  by  the  wonderful  manner  in  whi»  h  tin-  gra<  e  >'!  Christ 

has  been  vouchsafed  to  her  and  manifested  in  1" 
have  all  been  carried  quite  to  the  verge  ^i  heaven.     1 


7$  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

could  fill  several  sheets  of  paper  with  her  expressions  of 
ineffable  peace  in  God  and  confidence  in  her  Redeemer, 
but  I  am  almost  too  much  exhausted  to  collect  and  note 
them  down.  They  have  dropped  from  an  overflowing 
heart  in  so  natural,  serene,  and  simple  a  way,  and  with 
such  a  heavenly  radiance  upon  her  countenance,  that  you 
would  have  felt  it  an  unspeakable  privilege  to  look  upon 
her  and  to  listen  to  her.  Several  times  an  unexpected 
occasion  or  remark  has  led  on  to  a  conversation  in  which 
I  have  witnessed  more  of  heaven  upon  earth  than  I  ever 
before  beheld  in  any  sick-room  or  "  chamber  where  the 
good  man  meets  his  fate."  Oh,  how  I  have  wished  that 
you  could  have  been  present !  Yet  it  would  have  been 
too  much  for  you  j  and  for  your  health's  sake  I  am  glad 
you  are  not  in  a  household  of  so  much  anxiety  and  suffer- 
ing, though  at  the  same  time  of  so  much  consolation  and 
peace. 

I  told  you  before  that  dear  mother  was  happy  in  the 
prospect  of  death.  She  said  that  the  terrors  of  death  were 
entirely  taken  away,  and  that  her  confidence  in  Jesus  was 
unwavering  and  her  peace  entire.  The  text  was  repeated, 
"  Thou  wilt  keep  him  in  perfect  peace  whose  soul  is 
stayed  on  thee."  "  Perfect  peace  !  "  she  responded,  with 
a  smile  of  such  radiance  that  it  was  inexpressibly  delight- 
ful.    "  Oh,"  exclaimed  she,  "  I  long  to  be  at  rest, — 

1  This  mortal  tenement  to  quit, 
That  I  may  be  with  God  ! ' 

You  must  not  pray  for  my  recovery.  I  take  my  staff  and 
travel  on.  ■  He  restoreth  my  soul ;  he  leadeth  me  in  the 
paths  of  righteousness,  for  his  name's  sake.' 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  77 

1  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim, 
And  leads  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name.' 

I  never  thought  to  realize  so  much  of  his  presence  and 
his  love." 

She  was  frequently  repeating  some  of  Watts's  most 
beautiful  stanzas,  and  said,  — 

"  '  Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 

Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are.'  " 

To-night  I  said  to  her,  "  Dear  mother,  amidst  all  your 
sufferings,  your  mind  does  not  seem  to  have  wandered 
from  the  Saviour  at  all."  "Not  in  the  least,"  was  the 
answer,  in  a  slow,  emphatic,  grateful  utterance,  so  full  of 
the  expression  of  deep  peace  that  it  was  as  the  voice 
of  an  angel.  One  of  us  repeated  the  text,  "  I  know  in 
whom  I  have  believed."  "I  know  in  whom  I  DO  be- 
lieve," was  the  answer.  We  repeated  the  passage,  "  This 
is  a  faithful  saying,  and  worthy  of  all  acceptation,"  etc. 
"  Oh,  blessed,  precious  passage  !  "  she  exclaimed.  We 
repeated  the  text,  "O  death,  where  is  thy  sting?"  etc. 
Then  she  answered  :  "  Yes,  the  sting  of  death  is  Bin  ;  but 
praised  be  God,  he  has  taken  the  sting  of  death  entirely 
away.     Perfect  peace  ! " 

One  of  those  present,  thinking  to  awaken  an  association 
of  delight  in  the  thought  of  meeting  dear  ones  in  heaven 
who  have  gone  before,  said,  "  You  will  meet  your  dear 
Nathaniel  then-."  u  1  shall  meet  Christ  there,"  WSJ  the 
Serene  and  gentle  answer.  Then  she  said.  •■  I  long,  oh,  I 
long  to  be  there  !"    Then  the  expressions  ofhei  own  un- 

WOrthinesS  were  most   allei  ting  ;    and  her  gratitude  for  die 


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divine  mercy,  and  for  every  token  of  kindness  bestowed 
by  those  around  her,  and  her  words  of  deep  affection  for 
the  church  and  people,  and  especially  for  some  whose 
Christian  character  she  had  intimately  known,  were  most 
impressive  and  delightful.  Gratitude  was  always  one  of 
her  ruling  traits  of  character.  It  is  impossible  to  describe 
how  affectingly  it  has  been  manifested.  Amidst  her  great 
sufferings,  not  a  complaint  nor  expression  of  impatience 
lias  escaped  her,  but  always  there  has  been  the  same 
radiant  manifestation  of  peace.  Sometimes  she  would 
repeat  a  stanza  of  an  old  Methodist  hymn,  — 

"  '  Oh,  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! ' 

That  sweet  comfort  is  mine,"  and  there  stopped ;  and  on 
another  occasion  said  that  she  wished  she  could  tell  us 
some  of  the  things  of  which  her  mind  was  full. 

But  I  give  you  a  most  imperfect  and  inadequate  idea 
of  the  beauty,  sweetness,  and  serenity  of  this  exhibition  of 
the  power  of  a  Saviour's  love  to  take  away  the  terrors  of 
the  grave,  and  afford  some  little  foretaste  of  heaven. 
Some  one  asked  if  her  head  pained  her  greatly,  and  she 
said,  "  Yes.  but  I  shall  soon  be  where  it  will  cease  to  ache 
forever."  All  these  things,  in  her  weak  and  suffering  state, 
and  with  great  difficulty  of  articulation,  have  been  exceed- 
ingly affecting  and  impressive.  And  then  such  sweet 
messages  of  love  and  kindness  ! 

Dearest  Li/./ic,  you  cannot  tell  how  affectionately  she 
spoke  of  you.  I  told  her  how  much  you  loved  her.  "I 
know  it."  said  she  ;  "  I  know  that  she  loves  me.  and  T  love 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND   LOVE.  79 

her  dearly."  And  then  she  added,  "  I  can  say  before 
God  that  I  have  loved  her  ever  since  I  knew  her.  I 
believe  she  is  one  of  God's  true  disciples.  I  love  her 
dearly  !  I  love  her  dearly  !  1  only  regret  that  she  could 
not  have  been  more  with  us  here  at  Greenport.  I  hope 
that  she  and  George  will  be  happier  together  than  ever." 
Oh,  my  dearest  wife  !  I  wish  you  could  have  heard  her 
accents,  —  the  deep  tenderness  of  them,  the  depth  of 
feeling  and  meaning  every  word  carried,  and  could  have 
seen  the  ineffable  sweetness  of  her  face,  the  radiant  peace 
and  love  beaming  in  it. 

And  all  this  amidst  anguish  and  oppression  and  suffer- 
ing of  body  such  as  we  have  not  been  able  to  under- 
stand !  For  her  disease  baffles  all  examination  and  effort. 
Nothing  has  the  least  effect  upon  it.  Indeed,  she  cannot 
swallow  anything,  not  even  the  smallest  quantity  of  liquid, 
without  great  pain,  and  consequently  can  take  little  or  no 
nourishment. 

But  I  will  not  trouble  you  with  this.  We  cannot  tell 
how  soon  the  scene  will  end.  Dear  mother  has  not  had 
the  least  hope  of  recovery  from  the  beginning,  and  lately 
not  the  least  wish.  Hut  oh,  the  anguish  of  beholding  her 
sufferings  without  being  able  to  alleviate  them  !  and  oh, 
the  bitterness  of  parting  with  so  dear  a  mother!  I  tan- 
not  tell  when  I  shall  be  home.  I  am  to  write  to  Pough- 
keepsie  that  I  cannot  be  there  to  lecture  on  Friday 
evening.  Dearest  Lizzie,  be  careful  of  yourself  \  ami  ma) 
our  dear  Lord  keep  you  as  in  the  hollow  of  his  hand.  I 
wish  I  could  get  a  letter  from  you. 

Ever  most  affectionately  your  loving  husband. 

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Greenport,  Tuesday  evening,  January,  1853. 
Dearest  Lizzie,  —  Our  dear,  dear  mother  is  almost 
home.  Last  night  was  a  night  of  distress,  but  not  so 
great  as  before,  and  caused  partly  by  the  great  effort  of 
the  hour  of  sacred  heavenly  conversation  in  the  evening, 
in  which  such  clearness  of  mind  and  celestial  light  and 
peace  were  vouchsafed  that  nothing  in  all  our  experience, 
and  few  things  that  we  have  even  read  of,  could  surpass 
it.  To-day  she  has  been  sinking  fast,  the  power  of  con- 
sciousness gradually  declining ;  and  now  at  any  moment 
she  may  cease  to  breathe.  I  shall  continue  the  record 
which  was  begun  in  my  letter  of  yesterday.  She  said 
again,  — 

" '  I  long,  oh,  I  long  to  be  there  ! '  " 

Elizabeth  continued,  — 

"  '  I  long  to  put  on  my  attire 

Washed  white  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb  ; 
I  long  to  be  one  of  your  choir 

And  tune  my  sweet  harp  to  his  name  ! '  " 

Then  it  was  evident  that  the  hymn  was  passing  through 
her  mind  :  — 

1,1  Hark,  they  whisper  !     Angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! '  " 

1  told  her  she  was  going  to  Mount  Zion  above,  and  to  the 
innumerable  company  of  angels,  and  to  Jesus,  the  Medi- 
ator of  the  New  Covenant,  and  that  God  had  said, 
"Them  that  sleep  in  Jesus  will  God  also  bring  with  him." 
"  Oh."'  exclaimed  she,  "  that  is  the  best  thing  I  have  ! " 


FAITH,   HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  8 1 

Allusion  was  made  to  her  sleeping,  as  perhaps  a  favor- 
able symptom.  "  Yes,"  said  she,  "  '  If  he  sleep,  he  shall 
do  well.'  "  I  said,  "  '  He  that  believeth  in  me,  though  he 
were  dead,  yet  shall  he  live.  And  whosoever  liveth  and 
believeth  in  me  shall  never  die.'  "  '"'Oh,  yes  !  "  was  her 
sweet  response,  "  I  am  sure  of  that ;  I  have  that  assur- 
ance !  "  So  many  of  the  hymns  of  Watts  were  on  her 
lips  at  intervals,  that  Elizabeth  spoke  of  the  comfort  of 
having  them  so  early  and  so  long  familiar.  "  Oh,  yes  !  " 
she  exclaimed,  "  they  are  in  my  soul !  I  wish  I  could 
tell  you  some  of  the  things  that  are  there  !  "  Once  she 
exclaimed  amidst  her  suffering,  — 

"  '  Show  pity,  Lord  !     O  Lord,  forgive, 
And  let  a  mourning  sinner  live  ! '  " 

She  said,  "  I  have  been  indifferent,  or  had  been  growing 
indifferent,  but  He  has  brought  me  back. 

'  If  e'er  I  go  astray, 
He  doth  my  soul  reclaim.'  " 

When  the  words  of  the  hymn,  "  Behold,  what  wondrous 
love,"  were  suggested,  she  said, — 

"'  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  shall  be  made  ; 

But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 

We  shall  be  like  our  Head.'" 

And  then  she  added,  with  a  lighting  up  of  the  counte- 
nance by  a  smile  so  full  of  radiant,  heavenly  peace  that 

nothing  can  describe  it, — 

"  '    \  hope  BO  nun  li  divine 

Mr.  trial*  well  endtu 

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There  was  a  poem  which  she  used  often  to  quote,  — 
especially  the  lines, 

"  Infinite  Goodness  teaches  us  submission,"  etc. 

Yesterday  she  repeated  the  words  from  it, 

"Death  will  invade  us  by  the  means  appointed, 
And  we  must  all  bow  to  the  King  of  Terrors; 
Nor  am  I  anxious,  if  I  be  prepared, 
What  shape  he  comes  in." 

It  is  an  old  poem  which  was  written,  I  believe,  during 
the  Revolutionary  War ;  and  fifty  years  ago  it  used  to  be 
still  sung  in  some  parts  of  our  country.  Into  how  many 
hearts  religious  sayings  and  impressions  are  thus  some- 
times carried,  in  different  and  widely  remote  places,  by  a 
single  stray  poem  !  It  was  republished  not  long  since  in 
one  of  the  newspapers,  and  dear  mother  was  greatly  de- 
lighted to  see  it. 

In  the  first  of  this  illness  there  was  mingled  an  exquisite 
playfulness  in  her  manner  and  expressions,  a  mixture  of 
tenderness,  gentleness,  resignation,  cheerfulness,  and  love, 
exceedingly  remarkable.  She  would  sometimes  answer  our 
persuasions  for  her  to  take  some  medicine  or  nourishment 
with  snatches  of  poetry  that  came  to  her  mind  by  some  ap- 
propriate connection,  sometimes  amusing  and  then  again 
serious.  But  she  seemed  to  have  a  deep  abiding  con- 
viction that  it  was  utterly  vain  to  attempt  to  do  anything 
for  her  recovery,  nor  did  she  desire  it.  As  the  disease 
advanced,  she  seemed  surprised  that  she  continued  in  life 
so  lonur.  (  Mice  she  awaked  out  of  a  deep  interval  of 
slumber,  and  exclaimed,  "I  am  almost  equal  to  Daniel 
Webster;  is  it  possible  that  I  am  still  alive?"     And  at 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  8} 

another  time  she  said,  "  I  have  lain  here  thinking  so 
much  of  what  Mr.  Webster  said,  —  '  I  still  live  ! '  "  She 
repeated  the  verse,  — 

"  'T  is  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 
Or  sinks  them  in  the  grave  ; 
He  gives,  and  —  blessed  be  his  name  !  — 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave." 

and  that  other  stanza,  — 

"  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjoy 
And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  short  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon." 

And  then  she  spoke  of  the  Lord's  unspeakable  goodness, 

and  added  with  a  deep  and  heavenly  fervor  of  grateful 

love,  — 

"  '  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good  ; 
Nor  less  when  he  denies. 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
Are  blessings  in  disguise.'  " 

"  He  is  a  refuge  in  distress,  a  precious  Saviour,  —  yes,  a 
precious  Saviour  ! "  Her  heart  was  full  of  grateful  love. 
The  least  thing  done  for  her  she  remembered  and  spoke 
of  with  a  thankfulness  that  was  truly  affecting.  She  was 
continually  speaking  of  the  kindness  of  Henry's  people. 
She  had  made  him  from  the  outset  keep  a  record  of 
everything  received,  partly  that  nothing  might  be  I 
ten  or  neglected,  and  partly  to  see  how  kind  the  people 
were.  Her  tenderness  ami  affection  towards  the  servant- 
girl  Catherine  were  very  striking.     Catherine  was  weeping 

as   though    her  heart  would    break,  while   dear  ROOtl 


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feebly  articulating  some  parting  messages  of  love.  "  Oh," 
exclaimed  she,  "  why  should  any  of  you  weep  ?  Let  there 
be  no  weeping." 

She  then  told  Catherine  how  she  had  borne  her  on  her 
heart,  and  what  full  confidence  she  felt  that  she  would  be 
brought  into  the  fold  of  Christ,  adding  that  she  had  long 
felt  this,  and  had  prayed  for  her.  She  spoke  of  the  un- 
converted, and  said,  "  My  heart  yearns  after  them."  She 
spoke  of  her  happiness  while  here  at  Greenport  among 
Henry's  people,  and  said  that  she  had  been  perfectly 
happy,  and  blessed  God  that  he  had  brought  her  here  to 
live.  She  spoke  of  one  of  the  most  spiritual  among  the 
members  of  the  church,  and  said,  "  She  is  one  of  the  salt 
of  the  earth.  I  wish  I  could  now  see  her  and  take  her  to 
my  arms." 

She  had  sometimes  expressed  a  desire,  whenever  she 
should  die,  to  be  buried  by  the  grave  of  her  father,  in 
the  place  of  her  birth  and  childhood,  in  the  family  grave- 
yard on  the  farm  in  York.  When  this  was  suggested  to 
her,  and  she  was  asked  if  there  was  any  particular  place 
where  she  desired  to  lie,  she  answered,  "  Oh,  no  mat- 
ter where  !  no  matter  where  ! "  I  then  repeated  the 
verse,  — 

"God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  skies 
I.  ->ks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust, 

Till  he  shall  hid  it  rise. 
Ai  r.ived  in  glorious  grace 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine. 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 

Look  heavenly  and  divine." 

The  hymn  met  her  feeling  perfectly. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  85 

It  is  the  testimony  of  all  who  have  known  her  that  our 
dear  mother  has  been  growing  in  grace  deeply,  remark- 
ably, since  she  has  been  here.  It  is  astonishing  what  a 
hold  she  had  got  of  the  affections  of  the  people,  and 
with  what  tenderness  and  benevolent  love  her  heart 
cleaved  to  them.  It  is  a  most  remarkable  instance  of  so 
aged  a  person,  transplanted  like  an  old  tree,  and  taking 
root  downward  and  bearing  fruit  upward,  becoming  so 
endeared  to  the  strange  soil.  It  is  the  power  of  heavenly 
grace,  along  with  that  native  disposition  of  strong  and 
grateful  attachment  that  has  everywhere  and  always  marked 
dear  mother's  character.  But  of  late  especially  God  has 
been  making  her  useful,  and  at  the  same  time  rapidly 
preparing  her  for  himself. 

Now,  dearest  love,  I  must  bid  you  good-night,  hoping 
to  write  again  to-morrow.  The  Lord  be  with  you,  and 
keep  you  from  all  evil. 

Your  loving  husband,  George. 

From  a  Letter  Itetrospective,  after  the  Closing  Scenes. 

GREENPORT,  January. 

It  has  been  a  great  happiness  to  dear  mother  to  have 
Cousin  Charlotte  with  her.  I  believe  the  only  tears  she 
has  shed  during  her  illness  were  tears  of  joy  when  she 
beheld  Charlotte's  face.  Long  ago  she  had  made  her 
promise  that  if  it  were  possible  she  would  be  witli  her 
in    her  last   illness,   and   now   it   was  ;i   remarkable   ] 

of    Cod's    meres'    that    brought     her    here. 
mother   said    to    Catherine,  as    she    Baw  Cousin   Charlotte 

leaving  the  room  for  a  moment,  "There  she  goes,  I 
heaven!)  angel  flitting  round  the  hou  It  w 


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ing  to  see  the  combined  gentleness,  playfulness,  and  ten- 
der love  with  which  —  though  it  cost  her  a  severe  effort, 
attended  with  great  suffering  —  she  would  yield  to  our 
urgent  importunity  to  swallow  some  little  nourishment  or 
liquid.  Sometimes  when  she  succeeded  in  swallowing 
two  or  three  times  successively,  I  would  say,  "There. 
dear  mother,  that  is  well  done ;  that  is  noble,  that  is 
good."  Then  she  said,  with  a  sweet  smile,  "See  how 
George  is  praising  me  !  He  thinks  he  can  succeed  in 
that  way."  Another  time,  when  we  could  not  persuade 
her  to  try  again  to  swallow  a  spoonful  of  some  liquid 
after  an  unsuccessful  effort,  she  remarked,  with  a  gentle, 
smiling,  patient  look,  on  the  impossibility  of  moving  a 
stubborn  will,  and  repeated  a  stanza  from  some  quaint 
old  ballad,  running  somewhat  as  follows  :  — 

"  You  may  mistake  the  way  you  take 
Your  wishes  to  obtain  ; 
For  me  to  wed  against  my  will, 
It  is  a  thing  in  vain." 

Then  again,  with  a  great  effort,  she  would  conquer  the 
repugnance,  which  seemed  like  that  of  a  person  afflicted 
with  hydrophobia,  and  would  endeavor  to  swallow  once 
or  twice,  but  it  seemed  almost  impossible.  Yet  she  did 
not  complain  of  pain,  and  could  not  describe  the  an- 
guish  :  we  knew  it  only  by  the  sight  of  it,  and  amidst  it 
all  her  faee  beamed  upon  us  successively  with  such  a 
celestial  radiance  of  benignant,  compassionate,  unutter- 
able love,  that  I  never  saw  anything  which  seemed  so 
to  realize  the  expression,  "  His  face  was  as  it  had  been 
the   face   of  an  angel."       It   was   indeed   a  truly  angelic 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  87 

smile,  such  a  sense  of  peace  and  love  conveyed  in  it  as 
cannot  be  imagined. 

After  a  night  of  great  suffering,  dear  mother  said  to 
Elizabeth,  a  I  felt  in  the  night  as  if  I  had  been  torn  asun- 
der, and  thrown  about  in  pieces.  My  mouth  seemed 
tossed  in  one  place,  my  nose  in  another,  my  eyes  in  an- 
other;  but  still  I  felt  that  God  was  whole,  and  I  could 
rest  my  soul  on  him,  my  Rock,  and  was  comforted."  Not 
even  a  temptation  to  distrust  or  unbelief,  or  doubt  of 
God's  love,  seems  to  have  been  presented  to  her  mind. 
The  enemy  has  been  as  still  as  a  stone  while  she  has 
passed  over  Jordan.  It  has  been  unspeakably  delightful 
to  witness  such  serene  and  undisturbed  repose,  as  of  a 
child,  on  the  bosom  of  the  Saviour. 

It  is  remarkable  that  not  even  the  parting  with  her 
children,  though  she  loved  us  all  with  such  depth  and 
strength  of  attachment,  has  been  presented  to  her  mind 
as  an  element  of  trouble  or  sorrow.  The  light  from 
heaven  has  transfigured  even  that,  and,  with  all  her  ex- 
pressions of  love,  not  a  pang  at  the  thought  of  the 
separation  has  seemed  to  be  experienced.  How  en- 
tirely the  sting  of  death  is  taken  away,  and  the  dark- 
ness of  the  grave  illuminated,  by  such  glory  !  The 
painfulness  of  the  blow  to  us,  and  the  anguish  of  the 
separation  even  for  Elizabeth,  is  so  diminished,  that  our 
thankfulness   to   God    fur  such   a    death,   and    the   sacred, 

solemn  joy  of  such  experience  triumph  over  the  deso 
lation  and  the  sorrow.  But  oh,  tin-  loss  ofsuch  a  mother, 
especially  to  dear  Elizabeth,  who  has   been  inseparably 

with  her,  through  trial  and  blessings,  for  inoie  than  thirt) 
years  ! 


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Dear  mother's  flowers  —  the  plants  that  she  loved  to 
tend,  and  watch  their  growth  and  budding  and  blossom- 
ing —  stand  in  the  windows  and  seem  as  if  they  too  would 
speak  and  tell  us  of  their  desolation.  You  know  how  she 
loved  them,  and  some  of  them  you  gave  her.  I  never 
knew  a  person  who  had  a  more  unaffected,  untaught, 
native  love  of  flowers,  and  as  strong  and  fresh  in  her  age 
as  in  her  youth,  undiminished  to  the  last.  And  the 
simplest  modest  flowers  were  to  her  the  most  beautiful. 
You  know  how  much  she  thought  of  the  morning- 
glory  ;  how  she  would  call  me  to  admire  her  flowers,  to 
tell  me  how  beautiful  they  were,  and  make  me  share 
in  her  enjoyment.  "  Come  and  see  my  morning- 
glory,"  she  would  say.  "  But  you  do  not  look  at  it : 
I  want  you  to  admire  it,  —  I  want  you  to  see  how 
beautiful  it  is.  I  have  counted  at  least  fifty  blossoms 
that  have  bloomed  upon  it  this  season."  There  was  a 
lily  that  she  watched,  hoping  it  would  bloom  by  New- 
Year's  Day ;  but  it  did  not,  and  to-day  the  blossom  is 
withering  and  falling  off. 

Dear  mother's  love  of  Nature,  and  her  deep  enjoyment 
of  its  scenes,  were  as  fresh  and  vivid  at  seventy-five  as 
ever.  Oh,  how  she  enjoyed  the  sight  of  this  moon  upon 
the  water,  from  her  window  that  overlooked  the  lovely 
prospect !  and  the  sunsets,  and  the  bright  days  of  au- 
tumn, and  all  the  seasons  and  their  changes  !  Once  dur- 
ing her  illness,  and  in  the  midst  of  pain,  some  allusion 
having  brought  to  mind  the  scenes  of  early  morning,  she 
referred  to  one  of  Mr.  Webster's  letters  from  the  country 
as  descriptive  of  her  feelings.  And  again  on  some  occa- 
sion, in  reference  to  her  enjoyment  of  animated  Nature, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  89 

she  said,  "  Oh,  yes,  I  love  the  fowls  that  flutter  at  the  door." 
And  indeed  she  enjoyed  everything  that  God  has  made, 
and  never  more  gratefully  than  during  the  period  of  her 
abode  at  Greenport. 

And  now  she  is  gone  !  The  evening  before  her  death 
it  was  a  lovely  sunset.  I  went  out  from  the  sick-room  ; 
and  as  I  gazed  upon  the  beautiful  sky,  so  full  of  glory,  it 
seemed  to  me  very  solemn.  There  was  an  awe  in  the 
evening  light  that  I  never  felt  before,  and  I  thought,  if  I 
should  see  the  sunset  without  a  mother  on  earth,  it  would 
never  look  to  me  as  it  did  before.  To-day  it  is  fitfully 
snowing,  and  all  Nature  is  desolate ;  but  dear  mother 
has  passed  where 

"...  everlasting  spring  abides, 
And  never-fading  flowers." 

Do  you  not  suppose  that  these  sensibilities  of  ours,  so 
keenly  alive  to  the  impressions  of  beauty  and  loveliness 
from  God's  works  in  this  lower  world,  will  thrill  with 
ecstasy,  similar  in  kind  but  far  greater  in  degree,  in  the 
vision  of  God's  glorious  works  in  other  worlds?  How 
can  there  be  a  doubt  of  it?  And  how  happy  arc  they  to 
whom  communion  with  God  was  dear  and  delightful 
through  his  works  as  well  as  his  word  here,  when  the  soul 
beholds  his  works  no  longer  through  the  veil  of  flesh  and 
sense,  and  when  they  behold  him,  no  more  as  ihiough  a 
ula^s  darkly,  but  face  to  face  I  And  oh,  it  ecstatii  com- 
munion  with  God  is  possible  here  in  the  midst  of  the 
greatest  pain,  the  most  intense  physical  and  nervous  suffer- 
ing, what  must  it  l»i*  tocommune  with  him  there,  not  onl) 

without  pain,  but  herd  from  all  sin,  and  with  angelic  lenSC 
and  vision  ! 


90  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Dear  mother  loved  the  poor,  and  was  always  doing 
them  good,  and  always  happy  in  such  benevolence.  She 
spoke  of  this  happiness  during  her  illness,  and  on  one 
occasion  remarked  :  "  I  have  always  been  thankful  that 
God  never  suffered  me  to  live  where  there  were  no  poor. 
When  we  first  came  to  Greenport  we  inquired  about  the 
poor,  and  some  told  us  there  were  no  poor  here  ;  but  we 
soon  found  them  out.  I  never  desire  to  be  where  there 
are  no  poor."  Yet  there  are  no  poor  in  heaven ;  all  are 
rich.  And  yet  there  must  be  employment  there  too  for 
this  spirit  of  benevolence,  this  sympathy  with  suffering  and 
distress.  Who  can  tell?  There  is  a  reward  for  it,  most 
certainly,  whenever  and  wherever  exercised,  and  a  happi- 
ness in  it  infinitely  great.  There  is  the  spirit  that  would 
sympathize  if  ever  occasion  were  presented.  May  not 
our  Blessed  Lord  have  added  :  "  Secure  and  improve 
your  precious  opportunities  of  such  charity.  The  poor 
ye  have  always  with  you,  but  me  ye  have  not  always. 
And  inasmuch  as  ye  have  given  the  cup  of  such  bless- 
ing to  one  of  these  my  little  ones,  ye  have  done  it  unto 
me." 

The  poor,  the  friendless,  the  broken-hearted,  and  the 
little  children,  Jesus  always  loved  as  his  own.  The  children 
rejoicing  at  his  presence  in  the  temple,  and  shouting  with 
their  sweet  voices  "  Hosanna  to  the  Son  of  David  !  "  were 
many  of  them  little  ones  that  had  experienced  his  loving- 
kindness  and  his  blessing.  On  many  of  them  he  had  laid 
his  hands,  saying  at  the  same  time  to  those  looking  on 
around  him  :  "  Except  ye  be  converted,  and  become  as 
little  children,  y<  shall  not  enter  into  the  kingdom  of 
heaven.     Whosoever  therefore  shall  humble  himself  as  a 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  9 1 

little  child,  the  same  is  greatest  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 
And  whoso  shall  receive  one  such  little  child  in  my  name 
receiveth  me.  Take  heed  that  ye  despise  not  one  of  these 
little  ones ;  for  I  say  unto  you,  that  in  heaven  their  angels 
do  always  behold  the  face  of  my  Father  who  is  in  heaven. 
For  the  Son  of  man  is  come  to  seek  and  to  save  that 
which  was  lost.  Even  so  it  is  not  the  will  of  your  Father 
which  is  in  heaven  that  one  of  these  little  ones  should 
perish." 

If  you,  O  man  !  of  Death  are  bound  in  dread, 
Come  to  this  chamber,  sit  beside  this  bed; 
See  how  the  name  of  Christ,  breathed  o'er  the  heart, 
Makes  the  soul  smile  at  Death's  uplifted  dart. 

The  air  to  sense  is  close  that  fills  the  room, 
But  angel  forms  are  waving  through  the  gloom ; 
The  feeble  pulse  leaps  up  as  't  would  expire, 
But  Christ  still  watches  the  Refiner's  fire. 

Life  comes  and  goes,  —  the  spirit  lingers  on  : 
'T  is  over  !  —  no,  the  conflict 's  not  quite  done  ; 
For  Christ  will  work  till  of  life's  sinful  stain 
No  spot  nor  wrinkle  on  the  soul  remain. 

lie  views  his  image  now  :  the  victory's  won; 
The  last  dark  shadow  from  his  child  is  drawn  ; 
The  veil  is  rent  away.     Eternal  gra 
The  soul  beholds  its  Savioui  face  t<>  face. 

Is  this  Death's  seal  ?     Th'  impression,  oh,  how  tail  ! 
Look,  what  a  radiant  Mnile  is  pitying  th< 

That  was  tin-  loul'fl  i. m  well,  —  'hi-  mu  red  dual 
Awaits  the  resurrection  "t  the  just 


92  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Call  not  the  mourners  when  the  Christian  dies, 
While  angels  shout  him  welcome  to  the  skies ; 
Mourn  rather  for  the  living  dead  on  earth, 
Who  nothing  care  for  his  celestial  birth. 

Death  to  the  bedside  came  his  prey  to  hold,  — 
All  he  could  touch  was  but  the  earthly  mould* 
This  to  its  native  ashes  men  convey  ; 
The  freed  soul  rises  to  eternal  day ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  93 


CHAPTER  V. 

The  Powers,  Duties,  and  Privileges  of  the  Mothers 
of  Mankind. — The  Training  of  the  Conscience  tow- 
ard God  the  First  Duty,  both  for  Parents  and 
the  State. — All  Laws  against  such  Education  are 
Blasphemous. 

IITHEN  we  consider  the  qualities  of  charac- 
*  *  ter  requisite  in  heart  and  mind  for  the 
successful  instruction  of  children  from  infancy, — 
the  gentleness,  tenderness,  patience,  forbearance, 
sympathy,  depth,  and  fervor  of  maternal  love  ;  the 
purity  and  delicacy  of  taste  ;  the  wisdom  of  expe- 
rience, and  the  worth  of  the  habit  of  self-sacrifice; 
the  sense  of  justice,  truth,  and  impartiality;  the 
accuracy  of  observation  and  judgment  in  the  early 
development  and  treatment  of  character  ;  we  find 
a  multitude  of  elements,  the  possession  and  wise 
exercise  of  which  would  be  a  perpetual  source  of 
happiness,  making  the  whole  life  of  the  little  ones 
an  opening  into  Paradise.  Nothing  can  be  consid- 
ered more  delightful. 

It  was  this  that    made  Mich  an  existence,  in  the 

merciful    providence   <»f    God,    a   conscious   joy, 

almost   as    that  of  guardian    angels,      l!  we  m 


94  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

conceive  of  a  pure,  deep  fountain  of  living  water 
in  the  desert,  every  drop  of  which  possessed  a 
self-consciousness  of  the  happiness,  the  beauty, 
and  freshness  of  the  life  it  was  the  means  of 
creating  and  sustaining,  the  verdure,  the  fragrance 
of  the  flowers,  and  the  refreshment  and  invigo- 
rating influences  upon  the  thirsty  travellers,  and 
the  gratitude  of  so  many  hearts  lifted  up  to 
God  the  Giver  of  all  such  good  : — there  could  be 
no  extravagance  in  such  a  picture.  It  would  be 
something  like  a  life  portraiture  of  our  Blessed 
Lord's  infancy  and  childhood,  and  of  the  perfect 
blossoming  traits  of  maternal  wisdom,  anxiety, 
and  love  from  the  moment  when,  with  wondering 
ecstasy  and  gratitude,  the  happy  mother  saw  her 
infant  in  the  arms  of  Simeon,  and  heard  his  words 
of  Inspiration  and  Prophecy  in  the  Temple,  and 
thenceforward  laid  up  all  those  words,  and  the 
uttered  thoughts  of  the  child  Jesus,  in  her 
heart. 

From  Eve  downward,  such  another  mother 
could  never  have  been  known  on  earth,  nor  any 
one  so  happy  in  the  exercise  of  all  the  maternal 
perfections  of  wisdom,  truth,  and  love.  What  a 
blissful  life  those  parents  must  have  led  almost 
up  to  the  day  of  the  Crucifixion.  The  exercise  of 
such  powers  of   beneficence  might  be   as  great  in 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  95 

their  own  happiness,  as  the  fruits  of  such  examples, 
witnessed  in  the  lives  of  those  around  them. 

We  do  not  think  enough  of  these  lessons,  nor 
of  their  beauty  and  power,  if  all  men  were  willing, 
in  training  the  whole  human  family  in  households 
that  might  become,  not  poetical  pictures  merely, 
but  realizations,  let  down  from  Paradise,  as  ex- 
amples for  us  to  imitate,  even  outside  of  Eden. 
For  such  might  be  still  the  blessedness  on  earth 
of  all  the  families  of  mankind  ;  foretastes  of  the 
Christian  Socialism  inculcated  in  the  rule  of  Love, 
the  bliss  of  that  Heavenly  world,  where  not  only 
God  is  Love,  but  they  who  dwell  in  Love  dwell  in 
God  and  God  in  them,  and  their  angels  do  always 
behold  the  face  of  their  Father  who  is  in  Heaven. 

If  these  three  gifts  of  the  Divine  glory  in  Christ, 
Faith,  Hope,  Love,  abide  in  us  till  we  die,  then 
dying  will  be  indeed  but  going  home;  home  to 
our  God  and  Saviour,  and  to  all  the  dear  ones, 
that,  as  Christ's  dear  children,  were  so  intimately 
entwined  in  the  purity  of  our  dearest  affections. 

God  be  praised  for  the  gracious  beauty  of  the 
example  of  such  a  life  !  There  was  nothing  ever 
formal  or  unnatural  in  any  part  of  it.  but  all  was 
as  artless  and  involuntary  as  tin-  growth  of  the 
lilies  of  tin-  valley  that  our  Blessed  Lord  taught 
his  own  disciples,  in  their  morning    and  evening 


g6  MEMi  )RL  I L    ( )FFERINGS. 

walks  with  him,  to  admire  and  imitate.  It  was 
very  delightful  to  see  how  habitual  was  my  dear 
wife's  desire  to  have  all  the  members  of  her  house- 
hold partakers  of  the  same  enjoyment  that  she 
herself  found  in  contemplating  the  beauty  of  the 
works  as  well  as  the  Word  of  God  ;  illustrating 
each  province  of  light  and  glory  in  the  Divine 
Attributes. 

In  the  same  way  she  used  to  teach  them  the 
love  of  sacred  music  and  melodies  and  hymns, 
and  of  interesting  and  instructive  books  of  history 
and  biography  ;  endeavoring  to  warn  them  against 
the  examples  and  teachings  of  evil,  to  which  they 
might  have  been  previously  subjected.  Some  of 
her  dear  friends  feared  that  she  was  exerting 
herself  with  too  much  time  and  labor  in  this  way, 
because  it  seemed  so  likely  to  be  wasted.  But 
she  saw  and  knew  the  benevolence  and  benefit  of 
such  endeavors.  And  the  circles  of  her  servants, 
under  such  discipline,  might  have  been  trusted  as 
affectionate  friends,  for  she  taught  them  almost 
as  if  they  were  her  own  children. 

It  is  under  the  light  of  such  demonstrations 
that  we  judge  of  the  usefulness  and  beauty  of  the 
life  of  such  a  woman  as  Mrs.  Emily  Gould,  the 
originator  and  protector,  by  her  own  piety  through 
the  grace  of  God,  of  the  school    for  the  support 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND   LOVE.  97 

and  education  of  thousands  of  destitute  and 
ignorant  girls  and  boys  growing  up  in  such  deplor- 
able darkness  and  wretchedness  in  the  streets  of 
Rome  and  other  Italian  cities. 

How  small  in  extent  is  the  work  of  this  kind 
already  accomplished,  but  how  wonderfully  open 
and  ready  now  are  all  the  kingdoms  of  the  world 
to  receive  it  and  protect  it !  When  shall  we  enter 
upon  these  triumphs  of  the  Gospel?  Never,  till 
the  children  of  our  schools  are  instructed  in  the 
Word  of  God.  And  so  only  we  shall  have  "  do- 
minion over  the  mighty." 

How  instructive  and  full  of  thought  and  beauty 
is  the  title  of  MOTHERS  IN  ISRAEL  !  given  especial- 
ly to  those  who  were  the  examples  of  God's  grace, 
and  of  faithfulness  to  all  his  promises  and  com- 
mands, in  the  teaching  of  their  little  ones.  "  Till 
I,  Deborah,  arose,  a  Mother  in  Israel !"  And  the 
supplications  and  anxieties  of  Manoah  and  his 
wife  in  the  Book  of  Judges,  in  regard  to  the  educa- 
tion of  the  promised  deliverer.  Samson,  as  the 
champion  and  ruler  of  the  oppressed  Hebrews, 
suffering  so  severely  for  their  own  sins  !  Teach 
us  what  we  shall  do  with  the  child!  How  shall 
we  order  the  child  ?  "How  fulfil  the  intentions  of 
God  in  regard  to  him?"  "  My  heart,"  said  I 
oral-,    "is    toward   the    GOVERNORS    <'l     ISRAEL! 


98  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

The  Lord  hath  made  me  to  have  Dominion  over 
the  Mighty  !" 

Coke  on  the  Provinces  of  Law  and  Right  some- 
where has  observed, "  I  see  a  disposition  to  per- 
mit Legislators  to  pass  whatever  laws  they  please, 
and  then  compel  tlie  people  to  support  tlicm."  Now 
let  men  once  be  assured  that  such  is  the  case,  and 
no  power  on  earth  can  save  us  from  ruin.  Let 
the  men  in  power  only  feel  assured  that  whatever 
laws  they  pass  there  shall  be  a  support  of  those 
laws,  and  it  is  all  that  the  most  arrogant  and  de- 
termined despotism  needs. 

If  God's  law  is  supreme  for  all  individuals,  so 
likewise  and  equally  for  all  communities.  It  is 
impossible  that  there  should  have  been  one  law 
for  the  soul,  through  a  conscience  in  all  thoughts 
and  things  towards  God,  and  obedient  to  him, 
and  another  for  the  Government  chosen  by  a 
community  of  souls,  and  governing  not  by  the 
will  of  God,  but  by  their  own  will.  If  God  is 
not  to  govern,  guide,  and  control  the  State  and 
the  people,  then  the  Government  itself,  and  the 
people  appointing  the  Government,  control  God, 
and  are  usurpers  of  God's  authority;  so  that  a 
despotism  by  the  Godless  multitude  must  be  the 
result  which  would  inevitably  produce  a  hell  on 
earth. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  99 

And  this  perhaps  is  to  be  the  ultimate  conclu- 
sion of  the  proud  pretence  of  our  socialistic  right 
to  strike  God  and  Christ  and  his  Word  out  of  our 
political  Constitution  ;  and  this  it  may  be  is  the 
very  Niagara,  predicted  by  Carlyle,  on  the  verge 
of  which  we  to-day  are  heedlessly  plunging  among 
the  rapids.  There  is  room  and  time  enough  for 
God  to  let  the  experiment  be  tried,  and  great 
necessity  for  it,  if  the  world  is  to  go  on  for  365 
thousand  years  at  its  present  rate  of  impiety  and 
disobedience  against  God's  authority.  What  can 
the  scoffers  at  God's  Word,  and  those  ministers 
of  the  Gospel  who  would  exclude  its  teachings  by 
law  from  our  schools,  be  thinking  of?  If  this  in- 
fatuation be  continued,  there  will  remain  nothing 
but  an  increasing  perdition  for  the  nation  of 
skeptics. 

The  one  extreme  and  all-ruling  despotic  tenet 
in  the  system  of  Romanism  is  at  this  day,  as  in 
Luther's  and  Latimer's  day,  the  blasphemous  as- 
sertion of  the  power  to  forgive  sins,  as  vested  in 
the  Pope  of  Rome;  dismissing  the  conscience 
from  all  fear  of  God,  and  holding  every  soul 
amenable  on  earth  only  to  the  Pope,  as  declared 
infallible,  and  to  the  Priests  at  the  confessional 

msible  only  to  him.     This  is  the  great* 
all  possible  blasphemies,  even  if  there  wen  only  a 


IOO  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

million  of  souls  on  earth,  held  under  the  iron 
scourge  of  such  a  superstition.  Indeed,  if  an 
island  were  at  this  day  discovered,  inhabited  by 
one  million  governed  by  a  savage  despot,  under 
the  claim  of  being  God  on  earth,  and  holding  the 
keys  of  hell  and  Heaven,  our  missionary  societies 
would  be  bound  to  send  instantly  their  most  fer- 
vent missionaries  of  the  Gospel,  with  every  possible 
appliance  that  might  be  used,  to  draw  the  natives 
away  from  such  inevitable  perdition.  The  master, 
the  keeper,  the  dispenser  of  such  a  power  of  ever- 
lasting destruction,  would  be  denounced  with  all 
the  flaming  attributes  of  vengeance,  and  of  fiery 
judgment,  ever  threatened  in  the  Scriptures  against 
such  as  work  for  the  ruin  of  men's  souls,  making 
the  cross  of  Christ  of  none  effect  but  for  the  ac- 
complishment of  such  ruin.  There  would  be  no 
hesitation,  no  palliation,  in  the  endeavor  to  wake 
up  the  conscience  of  mankind  against  such  inex- 
haustible wickedness  and  power  of  deception. 

And  whence  is  all  this  insensibility,  this  stupor 
of  neglect  as  to  the  claims  of  a  whole  generation 
of  immortal  beings  thrown  upon  our  care  ?  The 
guilt  of  such  carelessness  it  is  impossible  to  deny, 
and  the  consequences  of  it  are  equally  impossible 
to  be  measured. 

For  public  and  personal  security,  the  common 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  IOI 

conscience  must  be  enlightened  by  education,  and 
to  that  end,  it  is  the  right  and  duty  of  the  State 
to  see  to  it  that  the  training  of  the  conscience  in 
the  common  schools,  as  established  by  the  State, 
be  provided  for.  This  is  not  an  establishment  of 
a  State  religion,  but  a  provision  against  the  over- 
throw of  the  State  by  ignorance  and  irreligion  ;  a 
provision  for  the  freedom  and  universality  of  in- 
struction in  regard  to  the  sanctions  of  religion ; 
the  only  safeguard  of  the  vote,  the  only  possibility 
of  preventing  demoralizing  suffrage  from  becom- 
ing universal  and  demoralizing  license  ;,  the  only 
possibility  of  preserving  the  State  from  destruc- 
tion by  the  unenlightened  and  unrestrained  pas- 
sions of  the  people.  The  provisions  for  a  religious 
education  of  the  people,  and  the  prohibition  of 
an)-  irreligious  establishment,  or  any  law  respect- 
ing an  establishment  of  irreligion,  rest  on  the 
same  foundation  of  the  true  and  perfect  freedom 
of  the  Government,  and  the  people,  under  a  I 
SCIENCE  TOWARD  GOD:  the  enlightenment  and 
right  training  of  which  is  the  very  first  and  most 
sacred  obligation  of  mankind.  If  such  obligation  is 
not  admitted,  every  generation  is  advancing  to  its 
own  perdition.  There  is  no  more  possibilit) 
free  and  happy  existence  without  God,  and  a 
willing  submission  to  his  government,  than  there 


102  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

could  have  been  in  hell  itself,  under  the  wrath  of 
such  a  flaming  conscience  as  was  burning  in  the 
bosom  of  Satan  when  he  dared  to  say,  Better  to 
reign  in  hell  than  serve  in  Heaven. 

"  Me  miserable!  Which  way  shall  I  fly 
Infinite  wrath  and  infinite  despair  ! 
Which  way  I  fly  is  hell !  Myself  am  hell  ! 
And  in  the  lowest  depth  a  lower  deep 
Still  threatening  to  devour  me,  opens  wide, 
To  which  the  hell  I  suffer  seems  a  Heaven  !" 

Few  things  are  more  amazing  than  the  madness 
which  seems  to  have  fallen  upon  the  American 
mind  of  supposing  that  there  ever  can  be  a  quiet 
and  well-ordered  Government  on  earth  of  which 
the  foundations  are  not  laid  in  the  Word  of  God, 
and  in  a  conscience  towards  him,  and  a  belief  in 
the  Supremacy  of  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ  as  the 
"  Blessed  and  only  Potentate,  the  King  of  kings 
and  Lord  of  lords  forever." 

Does  what  is  called  Home  Rule  and  Freedom 
from  restraint  mean  an  Empire  of  millions  of 
mankind,  constructed  and  built  upon  a  combina- 
tion of  seventy  persons,  assuming  and  swearing 
that  the  one  person  among  them,  chosen  by  all 
their  votes,  is  the  only  infallible  personage  in  the 
world,  appointed  by  God  as  his  infallible  vicar 
upon  earth,  and  as  such  worthy  to  sit  upon   the 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  103 

papal  throne,  with  power  to  forgive  all  men's 
sins,  with  the  delegated  authority  of  Jesus  Christ, 
on  the  payment  of  a  price  in  money  to  the  Priest 
appointed  to  give  universal  absolution  and  pardon 
for  every  crime? 

Such  are  the  doctrines  of  the  confessional,  as  a 
Priestal  Receiver,  sworn  to  secrecy,  and  bound  by 
solemn  oaths  of  allegiance  to  the  Pope,  as  the 
infallible  Vicar  of  Christ,  for  the  care  and  teach- 
ing of  all  men's  consciences  on  earth.  And  this 
is  the  most  certain  method  of  soul  murder  ever 
contrived  by  the  god  of  this  world  for  the  su- 
premacy of  his  despotism.  His  encyclical  letters 
claim  divine  authority  over  all  the  governments 
and  nations  upon  earth,  and  over  all  schools  for 
the  rising  generations,  to  exclude  the  Bible  from 
the  knowledge  of  the  children,  to  compel  the  priests 
to  forbid  them  from  ever  reading  it,  or  being 
instructed  in  it,  or  taught  by  it  the  invitation  of 
the  Lord  Jesus  to  come  unto  him  and  be  saved. 
The  Romish  Priesthood,  by  the  shutting  out  of 
the  light  of  I  [eaven  and  of  Christ's  mercy,  are  thus 
constituted  the  keepers  of  the  consciences  of  all 
mankind,  and  can  train  tin-  children  as  they  please. 
\w  our  own  country  tin-  teaching  ol  the  Gospel  i^ 
forbidden,  and  under  Buch  training  it  may  become 
as  much  as  a  man's  life  is  worth  to  maintain  a\m\ 


104  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

practise  the  freedom  of  the  Gospel,  even  in  his 
own  household. 

For  this  is  Anarchy,  and  nothing  less,  when 
the  community  are  being  taught  that  the  Pope 
can  forgive  sin  at  his  pleasure,  and  can  save  the 
soul  from  Purgatory  and  from  hell  by  payment 
of  a  tax  of  pennies,  as  in  the  days  of  Luther,  to 
purchase  what  are  called  Masses  for  the  soul. 
And  this  is  that  blasphemous  religion,  "that  Man 
of  Sin  and  Son  of  Perdition,  opposing  and  exalt- 
ing himself  above  all  that  is  called  God,  or  that  is 
worshipped,  so  that  he,  as  God,  sitteth  in  the 
Temple  of  God,  showing  himself  that  he  is  God." 
Now  such  an  exclusion  of  the  Gospel  from  the 
education  of  our  children  may  become  the  destruc- 
tion of  the  souls  of  a  whole  generation. 

For  the  leprosy  of  Romanism  is  both  a  pesti- 
lence that  walketh  in  darkness  and  a  destruction 
that  wasteth  at  noonday :  a  palsying  of  the  reason 
and  the  conscience  of  mankind  and  a  destruction 
of  the  freedom  of  the  human  race. 

Is  there  no  need  of  an  alarm  sounded  in 
behalf  of  our  children,  especially  when  it  is  pro- 
posed that  the  Church  of  the  Roman  Catholic 
Despotism  be  affectionately  embraced  by  the 
Protestant  churches  themselves  as  being  "the 
Ancient  Mother  of  us  all"? 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  105 

It  is  now  the  judgment  of  Solomon,  in  his 
wisest  earliest  period  of  God's  training,  that 
is  required  against  the  Sword  of  the  Harlot  — 
Give  the  living  child  to  the  loving  and  living 
mother.  She  is  the  mother  of  the  child.  God's 
own  gift  of  maternal  affection  proves  it.  The 
parents,  in  my  kingdom,  shall  be  governed  by 
God's  Law  of  Love ! 

What,  it  is  asked,  is  "  the  American  doc- 
trine of  Civil  Government"?  The  assumption 
is,  "that  Civil  Government  should  have  nothing 
to  do  with  the  work  of  administering,  sustaining, 
or  teaching  religion."  And  what  is  true  religion  but 
that  which  is  taught  in  the  Gospels  of  Christ  our 
Saviour,  especially  and  lovingly  for  the  little  ones  ? 

"We  have  in  this  country,"  it  is  affirmed,  "a 
system  of  secular  governments  established  by  the 
authority  of  the  people,  for  secular  and  not  for 
religious  purposes;"  for  the  men  and  not  the 
mothers. 

"  We  have  established  an  American  doctrine  on 
the  subject  of  religion,  considered  with  reference 
to  the  State  ;"  and  "to  carry  out  this  doctrine 
full\',  the  work    will   go   steadily  forward    until  the 

last  fragment  of  everything  that  partakes  of  the 
nature  of  State  religion  shall  wholly  disappear 
from  our  political  and  civil  institutions." 


io6  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

u  The  public  school,  like  the  State,  should  be 
absolutely  secular  and  not  at  all  religious  in  its 
purposes,  and  all  practical  questions  involving  this 
principle  should  be  settled  in  accordance  there- 
with." 

This  is  the  American  doctrine, "  without  quali- 
fication or  reservation,  as  the  logical  result  of  the 
argument." 

"  It  excludes  the  Bible,  and  declines  to  inculcate 
the  religion  which  it  teaches."  It  is  the  American 
establishment,  by  State  law,  of  No  RELIGIOUS 
TRUTH.  And  can  this  ever  have  been  God's 
foundation  for  mankind  even  for  a  single  genera- 
tion ? 

And  now,  can  we  ever  afford  to  exclude  the 
knowledge  of  the  Gospel  of  the  Grace  of  God  in 
Christ  from  the  whole  range  of  the  education  of 
our  children  ?  Will  our  Government,  through 
such  wilful  expulsion  of  Divine  Truth,  become  at 
length  anything  better  than  that  of  Sodom  and 
Gomorrah  ?  What  are  to  be  the  consequences, 
and  whose  the  fault  and  the  penalty,  if  the  dread- 
ful work  of  being  left  entirely  to  the  government 
of  our  own  will  comes  down  upon  our  own 
offspring?  Who  can  ever  save  US  from  the  gov- 
ernmental heritage  which  we  shall  have  insured  for 
our  posterity  as  a  great  and  dreadful  recompense, 


, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  107 

in  kind,  for  our  own  disobedience,  ingratitude, 
and  unbelief?  A  generation  of  our  own  children 
that  have  no  belief  in  God  as  our  Father ! 

Surely  nothing  more  than  this  would  be  nec- 
essary for  our  destruction.  For  if  God  and  his 
laws  be  forgotten,  denied  and  despised,  there  is 
no  possibility  of  mercy.  It  would  be  mercy  to 
remove  such  a  generation  from  the  earth  as 
speedily  as  possible. 

God's  Literature  and  Laws  for  our  Education. 

God  has  given  to  man  a  literature  both  of  prose 
and  poetry  sufficient  for  his  education  both  for 
Time  and  Eternity.  God  is  Light,  and  in  him  is 
no  darkness  at  all.  And  God  is  Love,  and  he 
that  dwelleth  in  Love  dwelleth  in  God  and  God 
in  him.  Here  are  the  fountains  of  man's  being 
and  happiness,  in  mind  and  heart  ;  and  both  are 
incarnated  in  Christ  for  our  example  and  salva- 
tion. 

What  are  THE  FOUNDATIONS  OF  MAW  GEN- 
ERATIONS ? 

God  himself  answers  for  us  this  question. 

14  Thou  Shalt    raise  up   the  foundations  of   many 

generations,  and  shalt  be  called  the  Reston 

Paths  to  dwell  in;  if  thou  call  the  Sabbath  a  de- 
light, the  Holy  of  the    Lord,  honorable:  and  if 


108  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

thou  turn  away  thy  foot  from  doing  thy  pleasure 
on  my  Holy  Day :  then  will  I  cause  thee  to  ride 
upon  the  high  places  of  the  Earth  ;  for  the 
mouth  of  the  Lord  hath  spoken  it  !" 

It  is  no  more  necessary  for  religion  to  keep 
aloof  from  politics  than  for  a  man  to  be  a  monk 
in  order  to  be  a  Christian.  It  was,  and  is  always, 
our  duty  to  God  and  man  to  carry  religion  into 
politics  as  plainly  as  into  daily  life.  And  above 
all,  if  the  question  was,  To  obey  God  or  man  in 
our  national  capacity,  there  could  not  be  a  doubt 
as  to  God's  supremacy  or  our  duty.  And  it  was 
for  the  Church  of  Christ  in  such  a  case  to  have 
maintained  her  Christian  authority  and  power, 
openly,  absolutely,  and  to  have  applied  the  Divine 
Law. 

A  more  wonderful  interposition  of  God  has 
never  been  known  in  the  world  than  his  compul- 
sory supernatural  destruction  of  our  system  of 
slavery ;  not  since  God  brought  forth  the  He- 
brews from  Egypt.  No  part  of  this  work  of  free- 
dom was  ours,  but  wholly  and  entirely  God's,  and 
contrary  to  our  own  will.  Instead  of  being  united 
under  God's  Law  and  Government,  we  were  con- 
secrated to  a  unity  of  oppression  never  to  be 
broken. 

The  Church  of  God,  so  called,  was  in  its  favor  ; 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  109 

the  State,  business,  society,  prestige,  wealth,  Con- 
stitution, law,  custom,  conscience,  expediency — all 
the  forces  that,  without  Christ,  carry  the  modern 
world  were  its  support.  Abolition  was  a  leprosy. 
To  say  a  man  was  an  abolitionist  was  enough  to 
ostracize  him.  Every  radical  began  a  speech  by 
saying,  "  I  am  no  abolitionist ;  I  reject  all  idea 
of  interfering  with  the  domestic  divine  Institutions 
of  the  South.     Let  slavery  alone  where  it  is." 

When  Washington  declared,  that  "  of  all  the 
dispositions  and  habits  which  lead  to  political 
prosperity,  Religion  and  Morality  are  indispensa- 
ble supports,"  he  added  "  that  Reason  and  Ex- 
perience both  forbid  us  to  expect  that  National 
Morality  can  prevail  in  exclusion  of  Religious 
Principle."  The  religion  and  religious  principle 
here  referred  to  are  the  Christian  Religion,  and 
none  other ;  the  religion  taught  only  in  the 
Christian  Scriptures  ;  the  religion  commanded 
by  our  Saviour  to  be  taught  to  all  the  children  in 
the  land,  for  their  education,  not  for  time  and  this 
world  merely,  but  for  Eternity  ami  Heaven.  In 
the  schools  of  the  whole  nation,  it  is  the  right 
and  obligation  of  the  people  to  have  their  chil- 
dren taught  the  Word   of   God   and  the   Gospel  of 

our  Saviour.  Any  people  who  will  permit  their 
government  to  trample  upon  this   universal  Chris- 


HO  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

tian  right  of  religious  freedom,  by  excluding  the 
Bible  and  its  teachings  from  the  Public  Schools, 
will  have  ensured  the  destruction  of  the  nation. 
The  government  that  will  attempt  to  establish  its 
reign  by  enactments  for  producing  a  famine  of 
the  Word  of  God,  will  speedily  have  only  dead 
skeletons  to  govern. 

"  Behold,  the  days  come,  saith  the  Lord  God, 
that  I  will  send  a  famine  in  the  land,  not  a  famine 
of  bread,  nor  a  thirst  for  water,  but  of  hearing  of 
the  Word  of  the  Lord.  And  they  shall  wander- 
from  sea  to  sea,  and  from  the  north  even  to  the 
east,  to  seek  the  Word  of  the  Lord,  and  shall  not 
find  it.  They  shall  fall,  and  never  rise  up  again. 
Though  they  bring  up  their  children,  yet  will  I 
bereave  them  ;  there  shall  not  be  one  left.  Ye 
have  forgotten  the  law  of  your  God ;  I  also  will 
forget  your  children."  If  such  terrible  denuncia- 
tions as  these,  contained  in  the  prophets,  Hosea, 
Amos,  Isaiah,  Jeremiah,  predicted  in  the  laws  of 
God  by  Moses,  have  been  fulfilled  in  the  history 
of  the  Jewish  nation,  how  much  more  surely  will 
they  be  demonstrated  in  the  case  of  a  nation  like 
our  own  !  "  How  often  would  I  have  gathered 
thy  children  together,  even  as  a  hen  gathereth 
her  chickens  under  her  wings,  and  ye  would  not ! 
Behold,  your  house  is  left  unto  you,  desolate  !" 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND   LOVE.  Ill 


The  Mothers  in  Israel. 

Thrice  blessed  Covenant  of  Christ's  loving  Word  ! 
Mothers*  in  Israel  !  'Tis  your  right  of  birth, 
The  birthright  given  when  Jesus  breathed  on  earth  ; 

The  birthright  left  when  from  the  grave  our  Lord, 
The  Resurrection  and  the  Life,  arose, 
The  Life  of  Faith,  the  terror  of  his  foes. 

To  you  the  glory  of  his  Life  is  given, 
To  train  a  race  of  mortals  up  for  Heaven  ; 
To  do  what  potentates  and  princedoms  fail, 
As  at  the  teachings  of  God's  Word  they  rail  ; 
Affirm  the  Eternal  Sovereign's  right  divine, 
I  only  am  your  God  !    All  souls  are  mine. 

Thus,  O  ye  blessed  Pilgrims,  know  your  Friend, 
The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life,  when,  all  unknown, 
He  sought  you,  taught  you,  claimed  you,  as  his  own 

And  having  loved  you,  loves  you  to  the  end  ! 
Now  from  his  Presence  in  the  Mount  go  down, 
No  more  the  servants  of  men's  praise  or  frown. 

For  the  whole  duty  of  your  life  shall  be, 

From  every  hindrance  of  his  love  set  free, 

To  keep  his  latest  blessing,  Follow  Me  ! 

To  seek  and  find  the  lost,  as  He  found  thee  ; 

And  set  new  stars  in  his  immortal  Crown  ; 

That  so,  Love's  image  might  in  Christ  be  known, 

And  its  reflection  of  your  Saviour  shown. 

For  this,  the  Lord  ot  i  leaven  be*  ame  .1 «  bild, 
The  Brat-born  babe  of  Bethlehem'i  Mothej  mild: 
Jf  each  beholding  household  would  receive 


112  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

The  supernatural  charm,  and  by  it  live, 

Its  growing  likeness  God's  own  grace  would  keep, 

In  lines  and  colorings  so  divine  and  deep, — 

Engraved  by  pencil  of  the  Mother's  faith, 

In  love  divine,  beyond  the  power  of  death, 

That  to  the  latest  age  none  should  erase 

Such  blessed  testaments  of  Jesus'  grace, 

The  dear  handwriting  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 

The  Seal  of  Dying  Love,  to  keep  the  soul  for  God! 

Such  wondrous  privilege  your  Lord  hath  given, 
To  guard  the  spirits  loaned  you  from  above  ; 
To  lead  them  daily  in  God's  path  of  love  ; 

Making  each  hour  of  intercourse  with  Heaven, 
A  cloud  of  angels,  at  divine  command, 
Till  thou  with  them  in  Christ's  dear  presence  stand. 

O  what  immortal  bliss  to  parents  given, 

To  train  on  earth  their  little  ones  for  Heaven  ? 

And  this  God's  covenant  is,  if  thou  but  place 

Before  the  infant  mind,  Christ's  loving  face  ; 

His  everlasting  grace,  his  dying  love, 

Shall  be  their  new  creation  from  above. 

But  O  the  grace  !  when  thou  amazed,  shalt  see 
This  all  transporting  bliss  ascribed  to  thee  ! 
Because  on  earth  thou  didst  for  them  fulfil 
The  dying  testament  of  Jesus'  Will  ; 
The  mother  of  thy  Lord  beholding  there, 
The  sure  fulfilment  of  old  Simeon's  prayer, 
The  dear  reward  of  your  maternal  care, 
Christ's  precious  lambs  for  glory  to  prepare, 
And  save  whole  generations  from  despair! 


FAITH,  HOPE,   A  AD  LOVE.  113 


CHAPTER   VI. 

The  Examples  of  Niebuhr  and  Franklin,  religiously 
and  politically,  for  our  own  country.  —  national 
Self-Government  Impossible  without  the  Christian 
Religion  and  a  Conscience  towards  God  in  the 
Education  of  each  Successive  Generation.  —  All 
True  Freedom  for  the  State  dependent  on  such  an 
Education  in  Reliance  upon  God. —The  Lessons  from 
History  and  Biography  in  every  Age  on  this  Sub- 
ject.—  The  Danger  of  Ruin  from  Ignorance  of  the 
Scriptures,  and  the  consequent  Habit  of  Scepticism 
and  Unbelief  from  Childhood. 

On,  that  we  knew  what  gifts  of  grace  are  ours, 

Endowed  in  time  with  such  celestial  powers  ! 

The  child  may  now  be  living  that  will  see 

Four  hundred  million  souls  enlightened,  free, 

To  choose  their  pathway  to  eternity, 

As  thou  mayst  give  the  light  conferred  on  thee. 

Oh,  awful  charge,  on  each  successive  race, 

The  heritage  of  heaven  or  hell  to  trace, 

And  read  the  testamental  scroll  made  known, 

With  each  result,  before  the  eternal  throne  ! 

One  question  asked.  How  didst  thou  treat  the  child  ? 

With  worldly  gifts  and  promises  beguiled  ? 

Or  by  the  Pilgrim's  Heavenly  Progress  taught, 

1      !i  to  the  loving  care  of  Jesus  brought, 
By  the  ( treat  .shepherd  o(  ( rod's  flc*  k  to  be 

Folded  in  glory  through  eternity  ! 


114  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

What  soul  can  stand  the  judgments  of  that  day, 
That  never  taught  the  child  to  praise  or  pray, 
But  left  him  wandering  on  the  world's  highway, 
Sure  from  the  path  of  life  divine  to  stray ! 

HRHE  importance  of  a  right  education  for  our 
-*-  children  is  so  infinite  in  extent  and  grandeur, 
both  for  this  world  and  the  next,  that  there  can 
be  no  excuse  for  neglecting  or  excluding  it  from 
the  constant  and  careful  consideration  of  every 
member  of  the  community. 

We  have  some  of  the  most  instructive  lessons 
on  this  subject  ever  given  in  human  society,  by 
the  experience  of  such  men  as  Franklin  in  Amer- 
ica, Niebuhr  in  Germany,  Coleridge  and  Words- 
worth and  De  Quincey  and  Ruskin  in  England, 
and  by  the  whole  history  of  the  Reformation  in  the 
Middle  and  Modern  Ages  of  the  World.  Nothing 
can  be  more  conclusive  and  instructive  than  the 
lessons  given  by  such  men  as  Pascal,  Latimer, 
Luther,  Hooper,  Butler,  Baxter,  Newton,  Bunyan, 
and  every  other  lover  of  the  Scriptures  of  God. 

The  habit  of  doubt  from  childhood  is  scrofu- 
lous, poisonous ;  and  some  of  the  noblest  natures 
in  Germany  and  England  have  nearly  perished 
by  it.  It  fills  the  whole  spiritual  system  with 
germs  of  deadly  disease.  We  could  multiply  ex- 
amples profoundly  impressive  and  instructive,  from 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  I  15 

before  and  after  the  revival  of  learning  and  the 
Reformation.  The  most  conclusive  and  satisfac- 
tory of  all  instances  is  that  of  the  profound  and 
candid  German  scholar  and  statesman,  Barthold 
Niebuhr.  His  views  of  education,  which  he  re- 
garded as  being  valuable  only  so  far  as  it  is 
the  approximation  to  a  true  spiritual  life,  he 
carried  out  in  the  careful  training  of  his  son 
Marcus. 

Lamenting  his  own  tendency  to  scepticism,  and 
his  want  of  a  childlike  faith  in  the  Word  of  God, 
Niebuhr  records  his  determination  that  his  be- 
loved child  Marcus  shall  be  protected  and  pre- 
served from  such  an  evil,  "  by  the  fostering  of  the 
habit  of  faith  from  early  childhood,  by  the  disci- 
pline of  faith  in  God  and  his  Word  as  a  FACULTY 
OF  MIND  AM)  HEART,  beginning  in  the  ground- 
work of  the  soul ;  "  even  as  the  book  of  Eccle- 
siastes  affirms,  that  God  hath  set  eternity  in  the 
hearts  of  men  from  infancy.  All  other  treatment 
of  the  child's  mind  is  only  savage  cruelty.  But 
the  teaching  of  God's  love,  by  the  parent  to  the 
child,  becomes  the  sacred  germ  of  a  living  faith 
in  the  love  of  the  Heavenly  Father,  that  by  the 
fostering  Divine  Spirit  .shall  be  proof  against  .ill 
infnk-lity. 

11 1   am  thinking  .1   great   deal  about   my 


n6  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

education,"  says  Niebuhr.  "  He  shall  believe  in 
the  letter  of  the  Old  and  New  Testaments,  and  I 
shall  nurture  in  him  from  his  infancy  a  firm  faith 
in  all  that  I  have  lost,  or  feel  uncertain  about. 
Oh,  that  such  a  faith  may  one  day  be  my  own 
portion !  The  principles  of  faith  in  God,  which 
have  been  early  implanted  and  carefully  watched 
over,  so  as  to  gain  even  all  the  strength  of  preju- 
dice, confer  extraordinary  powers  both  over  the 
world  within  and  that  without.  He  who  begins 
his  course  thus  armed  fights  with  a  weapon  which 
is  wanting  to  those  around  him. 

"  His  heart,"  Niebuhr  continues,  "shall  be  raised 
to  God  as  soon  as  he  is  capable  of  a  sentiment, 
and  his  childish  feelings  shall  be  expressed  in 
prayers  and  hymns ;  such  religious  practices,  so 
despised  and  unused  in  our  age,  shall  be  a  neces- 
sity and  a  law  to  him.  I  wish,  I  strive,  with  all 
my  heart,  that  he  may  grow  up  with  the  most 
absolute  faith  in  RELIGION;  that  from  his  ear- 
liest years  the  way  may  be  prepared  for  the 
union  of  faith  and  reason.  .  .  .  Hut  there  are  men 
who  really  imagine  they  possess  religion,  who 
nevertheless  know   nothing  of  it." 

We  know  this  illustrious  scholar  as  a  man  of 
critical  keenness  and  unrivalled  sagacity  of  judg- 
ment   and  reasoning;    with   the    greatest   sincerity 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD  LOVE.  117 

in  the  pursuit  of  truth,  and  power  in  the  detec- 
tion of  falsehood.  For  this  very  reason  his  tes- 
timony, over  against  the  public  scorn  of  a  re- 
ligious faith  by  such  teachers  as  Huxley  and 
Tyndall,  is  priceless  and  overwhelming.  His  bitter 
sorrow  and  regret  on  account  of  his  own  want  of 
faith  gives  a  melancholy  weight  to  his  parental 
anxiety  for  the  right  guiding  of  his  child's  mind. 
Beautifully  illustrative  is  the  remark  of  Ruskin, 
that  "  childhood  often  holds  a  truth  with  its  fee- 
ble fingers,  which  the  grasp  of  manhood  cannot 
retain,  which  it  is  the  pride  of  utmost  age  to 
recover." 

To  the  example  of  this  celebrated  and  learned 
German  historian,  and  hater  of  shams,  we  add 
that  of  Franklin,  the  not  less  celebrated  Ameri- 
can philosopher  and  statesman.  If  the  records 
of  all  nations  were  ransacked,  it  would  be  impos- 
sible to  find  instances  of  minds  further  removed 
from  any  predisposition  to  credulity,  or  better 
secured  by  mental  habits  and  knowledge  ^(  man- 
kind from  the  domination  of  imposture.  The 
legacies    of    belief  which   the)'    have    left    for    their 

countrymen  are  possessions  for  mankind. 

The  conclusion  in  the  mind  of  Niebuhr,  noted 
from  his  own    letters  in   regard   t«»    his    children, 

that    they    should    be    educated    und<  1     the 

7 


Ii8  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

full  power  of  the  most  sacred  prepossessions  of 
divine  truth.  There  should  be  formed  in  their 
minds,  so  far  as  a  careful  education  could  do  it, 
an  anchoring  steadfastness  of  assurance  in  God 
and  in  Christ,  and  a  power  of  religious  faith  and 
reasoning,  which  he  himself  to  his  infinite  sorrow 
had  lost,  and  feared  he  could  never  regain.  They 
should  thus  be  kept  from  that  shipwreck  and  de- 
spair in  which  he  had  almost  perished. 

To  the  same  conclusion  Franklin  had  come, 
politically,  in  regard  to  the  nation.  The  people 
of  the  United  States  should  be  educated  under 
the  full  power  of  the  most  sacred  prepossessions. 
They  should  believe  in  God,  and  in  their  respon- 
sibility as  a  nation  to  him ;  and  in  the  wisdom  of 
their  political  Constitution,  provided  only  that  they 
would  permit  themselves  to  be  so  guided  by  him 
as  to  frame  a  righteous  chart  of  government,  un- 
der his  guidance,  in  answer  to  prayer, 

The  scene  when  Franklin  addressed  the  assem- 
bly of  Congress  in  behalf  of  the  wisdom,  neces- 
sity, and  duty  of  a  national  acknowledgment  of 
their  responsibility  to  God,  and  of  daily  prayers  to 
him  for  guidance,  was  in  some  respects  more  im- 
pressive than  anything  else  recorded  in  the  annals 
of  history.  Never  did  philosopher  or  statesman 
utter  the  last  public   expression   of   his    thoughts 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  119 

more  impressively,  or  on  a  more    important    and 
sublime  occasion. 

Through  an  active  and  observant  life,  from  the 
age  of  fifteen  to  that  of  eighty-four,  Franklin's 
mind  travelled  from  the  doctrine  of  necessity  and 
fate  to  that  of  God  and  prayer;  the  latter  con- 
viction having  delivered  him  from  the  habit  of 
doubting  Divine  truth  to  that  of  distrusting  him- 
self and  rejecting  human  error. 

Thus  disposed,  Franklin  watched  the  delibera- 
tions of  the  Congress  for  many  weeks  patiently 
and  calmly,  taking  as  yet  little  part  in  them,  ex- 
cept in  the  application  of  his  mind  to  the  great 
governmental  problems  that  were  laid  before  the 
representatives  to  solve.  And  the  greatest  of  them 
was  that  presented  by  Franklin  himself,  —  the  ob- 
ligation of  a  national  religious  faith  in  God,  and 
the  duty  of  seeking  him  in  supplication  for  his 
divinely  guiding  Providence  and  Spirit. 

This  was  Franklin's  religious  philosophy;  and 
he  would  have  inspired  the  whole  representative 
Congress  with  it,  if  he  could  have  done  it  But 
he  could  not  breathe  into  those  whom  he  .id 
dressed  the  fervor  and  sincerity  of  his  own  con 
victions.  They  regarded  him  with  amazement, 
and  listened  much  as  the  Athenian  senate  of  the 
Areopagites  listened  to  Paul. 


120  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

He  had  declared,  several  years  previous  to  this 
occasion :  "  I  am  too  well  acquainted  with  all  the 
springs  and  levers  of  our  machine  not  to  see  that 
our  human  means  were  unequal  to  our  under- 
taking; and  that  if  it  had  not  been  for  the  justice 
of  our  cause,  and  the  consequent  interposition  of 
Providence,  in  which  we  had  faith,  we  must  have 
been  ruined.  If  I  had  ever  before  been  an  atheist, 
I  should  now  have  been  convinced  of  the  being 
and  government  of  a  Deity !  It  is  He  who  abases 
the  proud,  and  favors  the  humble." 

Franklin's  motion  in  the  Federal  Convention, 
for  opening  their  deliberations  with  prayer,  was 
introduced  after  four  or  five  weeks  spent  in  con- 
fusion of  counsels,  without  progress,  without  unity, 
but  with  perplexed  and  opposing  interests  and 
schemes.  It  seemed  as  if  only  an  interposition 
of  Divine  grace  could  inspire  the  members  with 
patriotic  confidence  and  wisdom. 

"  In  this  situation  of  this  Assembly,"  said  Frank- 
lin, "groping  as  it  were  in  the  dark  to  find  political 
truth,  and  scarce  able  to  distinguish  it  when  pre- 
sented to  us,  how  has  it  happened  that  we  have 
not  hitherto  once  thought  of  humbly  applying 
to  the  Father  of  Lights  to  illuminate  our  under- 
standings? In  the  beginning  of  the  contest  with 
Great  Britain,  when  we  were  sensible  of  danger, 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  12 i 

we  had  daily  prayers  in  this  room  for  the  Divine 
protection.  Our  prayers  were  heard,  and  they 
were  graciously  answered.  All  of  us  who  were 
engaged  in  the  struggle  must  have  observed  fre- 
quent instances  of  a  superintending  Providence 
in  our  favor.  To  that  kind  Providence  we  owe 
this  happy  opportunity  of  consulting  in  peace  on 
the  means  of  establishing  our  future  national  feli- 
city. And  have  we  now  forgotten  that  powerful 
Friend?  Or  do  we  imagine  we  no  longer  need 
his  assistance?  I  have  lived  a  long  time;  and 
the  longer  I  live,  the  more  convincing  proofs  I 
see  of  this  truth,  that  God  governs  in  the  affairs 
of  men.  And  if  a  sparrow  cannot  fall  to  the 
ground  without  his  notice,  is  it  probable  that  an 
empire  can  rise  without  his  aid? 

"  We  have  been  assured  in  the  sacred  writings 
that,  '  except  the  Lord  build  the  house,  they  labor 
in  vain  that  build  it.' 

"I  firmly  believe  this;  and  I  believe  also  that 
without  his  concurring  aid  we  shall  succeed  in 
this  political  building  no  better  than  the  builders 
of  Babel ;  we  shall  be  divided  by  our  little,  partial, 
local  ailments;  our  prophets  will  be  confounded, 
and  we   shall    become  a  reproach  and  a  byword 

down    to    future    a 

"And  what   is  worse,  mankind    may  hereafter, 


122  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

from  this  unfortunate  instance,  despair  of  estab- 
lishing government  by  human  wisdom,  and  leave 
it  to  chance,  war,  and  conquest.  I  therefore  beg 
leave  to  move  that  hereafter  prayers,  imploring 
the  assistance  of  Heaven  and  its  blessing  on  our 
deliberations,  be  held  in  this  Assembly  every 
morning  before  we  proceed  to  business,  and  that 
one  or  more  of  the  clergy  of  this  city  be  requested 
to  officiate  in  that  service." 

The  only  notice  by  Dr.  Franklin  of  the  negative 
result  of  his  motion  was  that  of  simple  astonish- 
ment, thus :  "  The  Convention,  except  three  or 
four  persons,  THOUGHT  PRAYERS  UNNECESSARY  !  " 
What  the  Congress  of  the  nation  had  refused  to 
God,  they  would  not  yield  at  the  petition  of  their 
foremost  legislator. 

We  have  just  now  passed  the  centennial  anni- 
versary of  the  adoption  of  the  Constitution  with- 
out prayer ;  and  in  less  than  another  century  four 
hundred  millions  of  immortal  beings  will  be  un- 
der its  rule,  if  it  please  God  to  spare  such  a 
people  as  a  nation. 

Are  we  fit  for  the  government  of  a  single  genera- 
tion of  immortal  beings,  if  we  deliberately  reject 
God's  divine  law  and  providential  lessons?  We  may 
well  read  and  apply  the  poet  Wordsworth's  sonnet 
on  the  obligations  of  civil  to  religious  liberty:  — 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  12$ 

"  What  came  from  Heaven,  to  Heaven  by  nature  clings  ; 
And  if  dissevered  thence,  its  course  is  short." 

It  is  a  great  gain  when,  in  aid  of  our  own  in- 
vestigations, we  can  bring  to  the  illustration  of  the 
Scriptures  not  merely  the  notes  and  discoveries 
of  profound  theological  inquirers,  such  as  Hooker, 
Butler,  Howe,  Edwards,  Chalmers,  but  also  the 
example,  experience,  and  conclusions  of  such  men 
as  Niebuhr  and  Franklin.  So  the  witnesses  and 
vouchers  for  God's  Word,  and  the  providential 
demonstrations  of  its  truth,  are  multiplying,  as  by 
compound  interest,  through  every  age. 

The  difficulty  of  self-government  has  in  every 
age  been  admitted.  It  is  the  climax  of  all  virtue. 
The  subduing  of  our  own  will  to  God's  will  is 
perfection.  It  is  never  gained  but  by  divine 
grace.  Self-government  is  the  submission  of  all 
things  to  God;  obedience  in  all  things  to  his  lov- 
ing will,  as  made  known  to  us  in  his  Word,  and 
in  the  example  of  Christ; — the  life  and  rule  of 
the  Son  of  God  Incarnate. 

But  if  so  difficult,  so  impossible,  for  a  man 
without  the  grace  of  God,  how  much  more  diffi- 
cult  and    impossible   for    a    nation  !       There   never 

never  will   be,  never   can   be,  a  nation 

governed,  without  the  enthronement  ami  acknowl- 
edgment  of  God's   will    and  w<>rd    a-    the    supreme 


124  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

rule  and  guide  of  the  State  conscience ;  in  the  use 
of  all  its  just  powers  as  a  conscience  towards  God, 
not  man,  for  the  highest  good  of  the  whole  people. 

Governments  derive  their  just  powers,  under 
God  the  Creator,  through  the  consent  of  the  peo- 
ple ;  as  being  themselves  governed  supremely  by 
Him  and  for  Him.  But  the  governed  are  rational 
beings,  accountable  to  God  for  all  their  privileges, 
rights,  and  powers,  and  for  all  the  uses  they  make 
of  them. 

The  governed  are,  first  of  all,  in  consenting  to 
the  formation  and  support  of  their  own  govern- 
ment, responsible  to  God  for  every  article  in  its 
Constitution,  and  bound  to  act  in  all  things  from 
a  conscience  towards  God,  for  the  good  of  all 
their  fellow-creatures.  Can  a  nation  ever  govern 
righteously  without  the  same  individual  and  united 
regard  to  God's  will,  —  a  will  which  begins  with 
the  divine  eternal  affirmation,  ALL  SOULS  ARE 
MINE?  "  Will  a  man  rob  God?  Yet  ye  have 
robbed  me,  even  this  whole  nation.  From  the 
children  have  ye  taken  away  my  glory  forever. 
My  God  will  cast  them  away,  because  they  did 
not  hearken  unto  him ;  and  they  shall  be  wander- 
ers among  the  nations."  Compare  the  Prophets 
Hosea,  Micah,  Malachi. 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD  LOVE.  125 

THE  CHILD    THE  FATHER  OF  THE  MAX. 

The  child  the  father  of  the  man  ? 

Oh,  who  can  such  a  riddle  scan  ? 
Mysterious  law'     Creation's  plan! 

Unquestioned  truth,  from  age  to  age, 
Writ  down  in  every  human  page, 

For  generations  yet  unknown 
To  watch  the  seeds  for  harvest  sown: 

Life's  autumn  from  the  spring  foreshown, — 
The  law,  the  will,  the  work,  our  own! 

The  child  the  father  of  the  man  ? 

Then  let  the  parents  teach  their  child, 
By  Truth  redeemed,  not  lies  beguiled, 

From  earliest  cradle,  all  they  can 
To  make  the  hero  in  the  man! 

The  Babe  the  Model  of  the  Man? 
Oh,  dread  creative  power  bestowed! 

Commissioned  by  the  Will  of  God! 
Amazing  Gift!     Mysterious  plan! 

To  send  the  Parent's  image  down, 

The  law  of  an  unchanging  soul ! 
The  life  it  never  can  disown, 

Nor  alienate  the  dread  control; 
Hereditary  good  or  ill, 

From  youth  to  age,  the  seed  its  kind, 
So  sure  its  product  to  fulfil, 

The  sight,  the  sense,  the  thought,  the  mind! 
Prophetic  to  the  latest  hour, 

Of  the  first  IcJSS,  Of  •  urse,  Of  frown, 
The  ruling  fate,  the  primal  dower! — 

Oh,  knew  pre  it^  resistless  power! 

Sll<  h  as  I  am,  su<  h  thou  shall  !><■, 
X  good  or  ill,  forever  known, 

Thy  self-responsive  progeny  ' 
Thyself  forever  on  tin-  tin 


126  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Thy  mantle  on  thine  offspring  thrown; 

Thy  primal  ruling  impulse  there, 
Perhaps  of  faith,  perhaps  despair! 

Nay!  if  the  youth,  so  bright  and  dear, 

Taught  at  God's  mercy-seat  in  prayer, 
To  rest  on  Jesus'  promise  there, 

A  child  of  Grace,  thy  rich  reward  ! 
Oh  blissful  Crown  !     Such  Gift  from  God  ! 

The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  blood, 
His  meek  and  lowly  image  shown, 

The  Sacred  Covenant  of  the  Eternal  Word 
God's  never-ceasing  Love  and  Mercy  known  ! 

So  shall  each  generation  bear 

The  fruits  of  thine  example,  where 
The  seeds,  thus  sown  in  earliest  years, 

Reveal  in  Heaven's  unbounded  spheres 
The  glorious,  blissful  Harvest  Home, 

The  reaper's  work  with  prayers  and  tears : 
The  dew  of  Christ's  Eternal  youth, 

Jewels  of  everlasting  Truth, 
Diadems  for  thine  offspring  there, 

Stars  through  Eternity  to  shine, 
Children  of  light,  by  grace  divine, 

The  fruits  of  faith,  hope,  love,  and  prayer! 

Oh  that  such  grace  were  understood; 

All  nations  with  its  bliss  imbued  ! — 
The  high,  the  low,  the  rough,  the  rude; 

And  earth  no  more  a  solitude: 
Where  Guilt,  and  Hate,  and  Death  intrude, 

To  raise  the  vile  and  curse  the  good! 

Oh  that  we  had  Ithuriel's  spear, 
To  touch  the  Serpent's  malice  here, 

And,  as  a  flash  of  lightning,  show 
His  mansion  in  the  Hell  below, 

His  Empire  there  in  guilt  and  woe! 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  1 27 

But  God  forever  hath  in  view 

That  which  is  holy,  just,  and  true. 
Justice  and  Mercy  here  combine; 

And  such  God's  rule,  All  souls  are  Mine! 
If  ye  but  keep  this  law  divine, 

In  new  creative  power  to  shine, 
Its  holy  grace  is  given  for  you, 

All  generations  to  renew, 
And  all  earth's  governments  refine: 

The  signet-seal,  the  blossoming  rod, 
The  law  of  grace  descending  down, 

The  covenant  of  a  Father's  word, 
Ye  and  your  children  born  of  god! 

Oh  if  the  State  Christ's  sceptred  image  bore, 

Obedient  to  the  glory  of  his  power, 
The  radiant  dewdrops  of  celestial  Truth 

Would  sparkle  in  the  blossoms  of  our  youth; 
Our  frames  would  be,  as  Christ's  own  flesh  and  blood, 

The  shining  Temples  of  the  Eternal  God! 

So  on  we  pass,  attended,  as  we  go, 

With  radiant  proofs  of  Mercy  from  above; 
The  signs  more  visible  we  could  hardly  know, 

Of  dear  parental  tenderness  and  love, 
Not  even  in  sweetest  dreams  more  clearly  given. 

Though  brought  by  choirs  of  angels  down  from  Heaven, 
Descending  and  ascending  in  our  sight. 

Making  more  beautiful  than  Morn,  Midnight; — 
A  manifested  stair- way  for  our  Faith, 

To  show  a  careless  world  the  Escape  from  Death! 
Oh  blessed  guardians  from  the  paths  of  sin, 

God's  pardoning  Love,  an  Endless  Life  to  win!! 

Oh  from  th<-  carelessness  that  brings  despair. 

From  unbelief,  and  over-anxious  caTC, 

Keep  us,  dear  Lord,  in  penitential  Prayer, 
Safe  at  Thy  Mm  \  Scat,  and  happy  there! 


28  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 


CHAPTER   VII. 

The  Preparation  for  our  Conflict. — Occasional  Letters 
from  Messrs.  Corliss  and  Waters,  and  from  Mrs. 
Cheever  to  Mr.  Washburn  and  others. — Memorials  of 
Mr.  Waters'  American  Consulship  with  the  Sultan  of 
Zanzibar. 

TV  l\  Y  labors  in  preparing  the  volume  of  demon- 
**■  *  ■*■  strations  from  the  Hebrew  and  Greek  Scrip- 
tures against  slavery  were  for  a  time  exhausting  and 
confining,  especially  as  we  were  compelled  to  pro- 
vide beforehand  for  the  expenses  and  circulation 
of  the  book  by  subscription  for  copies.  We  were 
also  driven  to  the  necessity  of  going  without  a 
publisher,  no  one  being  willing  to  undertake  it. 
This  made  its  circulation  comparatively  limited ; 
but  we  were  thankful  for  having  been  permitted  to 
bring  out  before  the  community  from  the  Word 
of  God  itself  the  grounds  on  which  the  churches  of 
Christ  and  the  Government  and  whole  people  of 
the  United  States,  as  of  the  world,  were  bound  to 
make  war  against  slavery,  to  abolish  it  by  law,  in 
obedience  to  God's  law  ;  and  if  battles  and  pro- 
longed campaigns  were  necessary,  to  carry  it  on 


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FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD*  LOVE.  I  29 

for  years,   and   never   cease   until   the   millions    of 
the  slaves  were  free. 

We  could  not  then  have  dreamed  that  the  time 
would  come  when  a  succession  of  victories  on  the 
part  of  the  Southern  rebel  slave  confederacy  would 
enable  an  eminent  English  statesman  to  congratu- 
late his  countrymen  on  the  supposed  certainty  that 
President  Jefferson  Davis  had  made  a  new  nation 
in  America.  But  the  British  people  would  by  no 
means  applaud  such  a  sentiment,  —  on  the  contrary 
abhorred  it.  My  own  lectures  and  appeals  to  Scrip- 
ture against  it  were  everywhere  successful.  Pro- 
testations were  sent  up  to  Parliament  from  various 
towns  and  associations  in  Scotland  and  England 
against  any  sanctioning  whatever  of  the  new  slave- 
holding  republic. 

Outside  the  church  and  the  perils  of  all  this  war- 
fare, we  enjoyed  the  unwavering  friendship  and  sup- 
port of  some  of  the  dearest  and  most  affectionate 
and  long-tried  friends  and  fellow-pilgrims  ever 
granted  in  the  Valley  of  Humiliation  amidst  the 
conflicts  with  Apollyon.  An  example  may  be 
noted  in  the  communion  as  of  a  youthful  and 
ardent  Hopeful,  the  memory  <>f  whom  is  tl; 
one  of  my  earliest  supporters, through  that  tempest 
caused  by  the  temperance  ami  other  conflicts  in 
Salem.     It  was  that  of  Richard  Palmer  W 


ISO  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

a  number  of  years  American  Consul  in  Zanzibar, 
where  the  character  he  maintained  so  early  and 
faithfully  was  respected  and  admired  by  the  Sultan 
and  the  ruling  politicians.  I  quote  from  one  of  his 
letters,  written  soon  after  his  return  from  that 
sojourn  in  the  East.  It  is  dated  Cherry  Hill,  Jan. 
2,  1852. 

My  dear  Dr.  Cheever,  —  A  happy  New  Year  to 
you  and  Mrs.  Cheever  !  This  morning  I  sent  to  Boston 
the  bag  of  Mocha  coffee  directed  to  you,  21  East  Fif- 
teenth Street,  per  Adams  and  Company's  Express.  In 
due  time  I  trust  it  will  come  safely  to  hand,  and  that  you 
will  have  the  pleasure  of  drinking  it  whenever  you  like. 
I  sent  you  on  Wednesday  the  Salem  "  Freeman,"  con- 
taining a  notice  of  your  lecture  in  Danvers.  It  was 
written  by  one  of  the  independent  tanners  in  Danvers, 
who  is  accustomed  to  write  a  notice  every  week  of  each 
lecture. 

So  you  will  see,  by  this  notice  of  your  lecture,  what  one 
of  the  honest  people  thinks  of  you.  I  am  not  acquainted 
with  the  man  ;  but  I  was  so  pleased  with  his  notice  that  I 
sent  him  a  copy  of  your  book  on  the  Pilgrim  Fathers  as 
a  New  Year's  present.  Don't  forget  to  send  me  the 
"  Independent "  of  this  week.  If  you  will  pay  for  it  in 
advance,  I  will  settle  with  you  when  I  come  to  New  York, 
as  I  have  settled  the  bill  for  your  boots,  and  then  we  will 
square  accounts.     So  much  for  business. 

Your  flying  visit  was  a  very  pleasant  one  for  us.  The 
Danvers  people  were  greatly  interested  in  your  sermons. 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  131 

and  I  do  hope  and  pray  that  great  good  may  result  from 
them.  Hon.  Mr.  Proctor,  the  lawyer,  says  he  never 
remembers  hearing  a  sermon  which  interested  him  so 
much  as  your  afternoon  discourse.  How  I  should  re- 
joice to  have  it  prove  a  savor  of  life  to  him  !  The  Lord 
grant  it  may  be  so  ! 

Always  affectionately  and  faithfully  yours, 

Richard  P.  Waters. 

From  the  letters,  continued  through  many  years 
of  this  correspondence,  it  would  be  instructive  and 
deeply  interesting  to  note  the  progress  of  our 
efforts  in  behalf  of  the  slaves,  and  the  violence  of 
the  opposition  maintained  against  us.  I  quote 
from  a  letter  of  much  later  date,  reverting  to  our 
mutual  labors. 

My  dear  Doctor,  —  Your  more  than  welcome  letter, 
together  with  Mrs.  Cheever's,  came  to  hand  day  before 
yesterday  morning.  I  was  more  than  glad  to  again  hear 
from  you  both,  and  to  learn  you  are  so  happy  in  your 
quiet  rural  home  at  Knglewood.  I  cannot  express  my 
most  grateful  appreciation  of  your  renewed  invitation  to 
make  you  a  visit.  Oh,  how  happy  I  would  be  to  again 
meet  you,  and  to  spend  a  few  days  in  sweet  converse, 
'•from  grave  to  gay,  from  lively  to  severe,"  as  the  poel 
Pope  has  it  !  And  what  a  wonderful  amount  ol  pi 
memories,  of  departed  joys,  of  conflicts  and  experiences, 
we  would  be  likelj  t<>  rehearse,  and  recall  the  wonderful 
mercies  with  which  infinite  goodness  has  crowned  our 

lives.      Now  all   this  would   be  unspeakably  delightful  and 

11 


1 32  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

profitable,  yet  somewhat  shaded  by  the  remembrances  of 
loved  ones  gone  before  us  to  their  eternal  rest.  But  there 
—  not  to  weary  you  with  this  long  preamble  —  comes 
the  parting.  Now  I  am  impressed  with  the  thought  it 
would  be  our  last  parting,  and  I  am  now,  in  my  old  age, 
so  saddened  in  spirit  with  last  farewells,  so  susceptible  to 
uncontrollable  emotion  on  such  occasions,  that  I  am 
obliged  to  deny  myself  the  pleasure  of  visiting  friends 
where  I  am  impressed  with  the  feeling  that  at  our  parting 
it  will  be,  probably,  a  final  adieu  for  the  short  remnant  of 
life.  Notwithstanding,  I  am  much  inclined  to  make  the 
attempt,  especially  if  my  friend  Whittier  could  be  induced 
to  accompany  me.  I  will  see  him  within  a  few  days  and 
present  Mrs.  Cheever's  kind  invitation.  He  removed  into 
this  neighborhood  (only  two  miles'  distance  from  Cherry 
Hill)  three  years  since,  and  is  often  at  my  house  and  I  at 
his.  He  does  not  enjoy  very  good  health,  and  is  obliged 
to  be  very  careful  of  himself.  He  is  a  good,  humble 
Christian  man,  often  speaks  of  you  and  of  your  noble 
service  in  the  cause  of  freedom  to  the  poor  slave. 

Next  week  —  old  election  week  —  is  our  Anniversary 
week  in  Boston,  and  I  hope  to  pass  a  day  or  two  in 
attendance  at  the  various  meetings.  My  interest  in  all 
the  benevolent  movements  of  the  day  is,  I  trust,  undi- 
minished ;  and  while  I  cannot  give  to  these  objects  as 
freely  as  I  once  did,  yet  I  love  them,  and  the  Christians 
whom  I  meet  at  these  gatherings. 

We  older  members  of  these  various  societies  will  soon 
all  be  gathered  with  our  fathers,  when  we  will  recount  the 
goodness  of  God  in  permitting  us  to  have  any  part  in 
the  upbuilding  of  his  cause  on  earth. 


FAITH,    HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  133 

Make  my  kindest  love  to  Mrs.  Cheever,  and  I  shall 
hope  to  write  her  soon. 

Yours  most  affectionately, 

Richard  P.  Waters. 

The  next  letter  is  from  an  equally  dear  friend, — 
an  example  of  the  interest  and  anxiety  felt  far 
and  wide,  and  expressed  in  so  many  tributes  of 
affection,  and  of  prayerful  sympathy,  continued 
through  years  of  conflict  and  discouragement. 

Letter  from  Dr.  Hiram  Corliss  {the  Father  of  the  Emi- 
nent Engineer  of  the  same  name),  Feb.  23,  1859. 

Mrs.  G.  B.  Cheever. 

Dear  Sister  in  the  Lord,  —  I  shall  always  remember 
my  visits  at  your  house.  Your  kindness  in  urging  me  to 
take  an  additional  coat  that  bitter  cold  night  I  was  last  at 
your  domicile  I  appreciated  very  fully  before  I  arrived 
at  my  lodgings.  I  was  most  happy  at  that  social  gath- 
ering at  Mrs.  Story's.  I  wrote  your  good  husband  a  long 
letter,  —  so  long,  I  fear  he  will  never  desire  another.  1 
now  address  myself  to  you,  as  he  must  be  very  much 
ed  in  discussing  the  slave  trade.  Don't  let  him  be 
diverted  by  me  in  the  least.  He  has  the  great  bull  of 
slavery  by  the  horns.  God  grant  him  strength  according 
to  his  day  ;  lor  he  is  in  the  world's  amphitheatre,  and 
in  the  midst  of  all  kinds  of  beasts  and  reptiles,  from  the 
bishop  down  to  the  lowesl  layman,  from  the  Pi 
down  to  tin-  I  taited  States  Marshal,  -  -  and  he.  when 
ing  a  fugitive,  must  be  the  lowesl  of  the  low.     1    I 


134  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

B.  Cheever  fails,  who  can  stand  ?  I  see  your  husband  is 
to  be  at  Albany  and  in  the  Assembly  Chamber.  Be 
pleased,  dear  Sister,  to  write  me,  that  I  may  come  down 
and  hear  him.  Let  me  know  where  he  will  put  up,  that 
I  may  call  upon  him.  I  am  posting  up  Gerrit  Smith  in 
regard  to  the  Church  of  the  Puritans.  He  feels  right ; 
the  Lord  make  him  feel  right  into  his  pocket !  I  told  our 
church  in  conference-meeting  of  G.  B.  Cheever,  —  that 
he  needed  their  sympathies  and  their  prayers.  In  my 
description  of  his  person,  I  said  he  appeared  as  meek  as 
Moses,  was  nearly  as  wise  as  Solomon,  and  as  bold  as  a 
lion,  and  that  I  believed  he  would  sooner  go  to  the  stake 
and  be  burned  to  death  than  prove  false  to  his  principles. 
Give  my  highest  regards  to  your  dear  spouse,  and  my 
respects  to  any  inquiring  friends,  and  believe  me 
Your  affectionate  brother  in  Jesus  Christ, 

Hiram  Corliss. 

Letter  from  Mrs.  A to  Dr.  Cheever,   1858,  on  the 

Right  of  the  Bible  in  our  Public  Schools. 

My  dear  Pastor,  —  Have  you  an  extra  copy  of  the 
"Times,"  containing  your  sermon  on  the  Bible  in 
Schools?  Mrs.  Roberts  wants  one  to  send  to  Mr.  Clarke 
at  Washington.  He  heard  the  sermon,  and  it  made  a 
great  impression  upon  him.  He  is  about  to  make  a 
speech  on  some  subject;  and  for  some  reason  which  I 
do  not  exactly  understand  it  is  deemed  desirable,  either 
by  himself  or  some  one  else,  that  he  should  have  a  copy 
of  your  sermon. 

I  wish  I  could  tell  you  how  much  my  heart  is  with  you 
in  all  your  trials.     I  sympathize  with^you  so  fully  in  the 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  135 

stand  you  have  taken,  and  the  sacrifices  you  have  made 
for  a  despised  truth,  that  I  have  gone  down  into 
the  depths  with  you,  and  borne  my  share  of  distress  at 
the  painful  spectacle  of  truth  fallen  in  the  streets.  I  am 
as  thoroughly  persuaded  that  you  have  done  right  as  I 
should  be  if  the  multitudes  in  our  guilty  city  were  crying 
Hosanna. 

I  believe  Christ  was  as  truly  divine  when  the  multitudes 
cried  "Crucify  him!"  as  when  they  said,  "Hosanna  to 
the  son  of  David  !  "  and  paid  him  divine  honors.  The 
great  work  you  have  done  for  Christ,  in  bringing  his 
blessed  Word  out  of  captivity  and  freeing  it  from  the 
dreadful  reproach  of  justifying  slavery,  is  a  work  which 
will  last,  whatever  else  may  be  burned ;  and  you  may  rest 
assured  no  man  can  take  your  crown.  May  the  truth 
which  you  have  so  often  dispensed  acceptably  and  prof- 
itably to  others,  sustain  you  and  bring  you  off  conqueror, 
is  the  prayer  of,  M.  A. 

Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  Cheever  to  Mary,  a  Roman 
Catholic. 

Now,  Mary,  don't  think  from  our  conversation  yester- 
day that  I  wanted  to  convert  you  to  Protestantism.  1 
have  no  desire  to  proselyte,  but  in  love  to  win  souls  to 
Christ,  the  Living  I  lead,  and  the  only  life  of  our  souls. 
All  true  believers  in  Christ  are  the  true  Church,  to  what- 
ever denomination  they  belong,  and  he  is  head  over  all 
things,  and  knows  who  belong  to  him.  I  thank  God  we 
have  his  Word  to  guide  us;  and  in  it  h<  I  omc 

unto   me.   and    him    that    coineth   unto   me,    1    will    in    NO 


!36  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

wise  cast  out."  He  does  not  say  go  to  any  other  crea- 
ture, man  or  woman,  or  any  ceremony  or  church,  for 
salvation,  but  to  Him,  with  the  humble,  contrite  prayer, 
"  God  be  merciful  to  me  a  sinner."  "  Lord,  make  me 
clean,  give  me  a  new  heart,  and  renew  a  right  spirit 
within  me."  Christ  is  the  only  Mediator  between  God 
and  man  ;  and  oh,  Mary,  what  a  privilege  that  we  can  go  to 
the  dear  loving  Saviour  direct,  without  money  and  without 
price  !  It  is  wicked  presumption  in  any  living  man  to 
pretend  to  the  power  of  forgiving  sin,  when  only  God  can 
do  it ;  and  we  must  trust  in  God  alone.  He  is  an  all- 
sufficient  Saviour  for  all  mankind,  and  what  he  requires  of 
us  is  heart-worship,  —  to  love  and  pray  to  him  in  sincerity 
and  in  truth.  He  will  accept  none  other  form  of  worship, 
for  he  looks  only  on  the  heart.  All  forms,  fastings,  and 
ceremonies  are  nothing,  and  less  than  nothing,  without  it, 
for  he  looks  only  on  the  hearts  of  all  true  worshippers. 
May  God  illumine  all  our  hearts  by  his  Holy  Spirit,  and 
prepare  us  for  that  long  eternity  to  which  we  are  all  fast 
hastening,  and  for  happiness  in  those  blessed  mansions 
which  he  has  prepared  for  all  who  love  and  trust  him. 
Remember  me  to  your  daughter  and  sons.  Wishing  for 
them  all  God's  protecting  care  and  love,  I  am,  as  ever, 
Your  well-wisher  and  friend, 

E.  H.  C. 

Letter  from  Mrs.   Checver  to   a   very   dear   early 

Sehool  Friend. 
My  dear  Anna, —  I  was  delighted  to  receive  your  kind, 
pleasant  letter,  and  the  book,  so  full  of  the  pleasant  mem- 
ories of  nursery  days,  which  quite  interested  and  amused 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  137 

me.  But  my  remembrance  of  your  charming  home  only 
dates  from  our  school-days  and  those  enchanting  juvenile 
parties.  Oh,  how  well  I  remember  those  happy,  bygone 
days,  and  the  many  beautiful  girls  of  our  circle,  and  your 
dear  self,  the  loveliest  of  them  all  !  Your  sweet  face  and 
winning,  affectionate  manner  are  deeply  engraven  on  my 
memory,  which  I  could  never  forget. 

Do  you  remember  Cousin  Ann?  I  have  just  received 
a  letter  from  her,  and  wish  I  could  read  it  to  you.  She  is 
about  eighty  years  old,  yet  still  writes  with  vigor  and  all 
the  playfulness  of  youth,  and  her  letters  are  charming. 
She  is  most  happy  in  her  daughters,  and  they  are  all 
devotion  to  her.  She  makes  her  home  with  Mary  now, 
the  Countess  de  Waldersee,  though  she  is  often  with 
Josephine  at  Stuttgard.  Count  de  Waldersee  holds  a 
high  position  at  Berlin,  being  General-in-chief  of  all  the 
German  Army,  in  the  place  of  Count  Von  Moltke,  who  on 
account  of  old  age  resigned  his  command.  The  Count 
and  Mary  are  great  favorites  with  the  Kmperor  and  the 
royal  family,  and  have  received  many  honors  and  atten- 
tions from  them. 

Cousin  Ann  and  her  daughters  are  lovely  Christian 
characters,  and  their  influence  is  felt  and  admired. 

Your  fondly  attached  friend,  E.  H.  C. 

To  Mr.  Washburn  from  Mrs.  Cheever. 

How  very  kind  and   thoughtful  of  you.  nay   vnv   dear 
Mr.  Washburn,  to  think  of  us  in  the  midst  o(  your  p. mi 
and  suffering,  and  to  send  us  some  of  your  nice  bla<  k 
Really  I  was  quite  overpowered,  and  hardly  know  1. 
express  our  thanks.     We  shall  much  enjo)   it,  and 


i. vs  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

you  for  it.  I  am  so  glad  to  hear  that  you  continue  to 
improve,  and  hope,  by  the  blessing  of  God,  you  may  be 
spared  to  us  yet  a  little  longer.  How  very  good  and 
merciful  your  Heavenly  Father  has  been  to  you,  dear 
Mr.  Washburn  !  And  I  cannot  tell  you  what  a  privilege 
we  have  felt  it  was  to  gather  with  your  dear  loving  ones 
around  your  sick-bed,  and  witness  the  all-compassionate 
love  of  the  precious  Saviour  toward  you.  Yes,  indeed 
his  everlasting  arms  were  beneath  you,  tenderly  and 
kindly  supporting  you  !  I  was  much  impressed  by  the 
many  sweet  promises  to  them  who  put  their  trust  in  him, 
and  particularly  the  one,  "  He  that  considereth  the  poor, 
God  will  make  all  his  bed  in  sickness,"  and  I  felt  it  was 
truly  verified  in  you.  Oh,  is  it  not  worth  the  sacrifice  of 
a  few  years,  at  least,  of  ease  and  enjoyment  here,  to  be  so 
comforted  and  sustained  in  the  hour  of  trial  and  at  the 
approach  of  death?  May  the  many  prayers  for  your 
recovery  be  heard  and  answered,  and  you,  dear  Mr. 
Washburn,  be  enabled  by  the  Divine  help  to  carry  out 
and  complete  your  many  benevolent  schemes  for  the  glory 
of  God  and  the  good  of  man.  We  hope  soon  to  hear 
that  you  have  risen  from  your  bed  and  are  relieved  from 
suffering.  But  whatever  is  God's  will,  and  under  all  cir- 
cumstances and  trials,  may  the  peace  of  God  possess  your 
soul,  and  keep  your  heart  and  mind  in  Christ  Jesus.  My 
dear  husband  joins  with  me  in  all  good  wishes  and  love, 
and  will  soon  write  you.  Give  much  love  to  your  dear 
wife  and  sister,  Mrs.  Warren.  I  hope  she  is  with  you 
still,  for  she  is  a  sweet,  cheerful  companion,  and  it  must 
do  you  good  to  have  her  about  you  ;  and  dear  Mrs.  Rice, 
too,  —  please  say  to  her  that  we  called  yesterday  on  her 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  139 

daughter  and  had  a  charming  visit.  She  inquired  witn 
much  interest  and  affection  for  you.  Remember  me  very 
kindly  to  Miss  Sampson ;  I  hope  her  strength  will  be 
equal  to  her  day.  Much  love  to  all,  and  believe  me, 
dear  Mr.  Washburn, 

Your  fondly  attached  friend  and  sympathizer, 

E.  H.  C. 

Letter  from  Mrs.  Cheever  to  Mrs.    Washburn. 

My  dear  Elizabeth, — Here  I  am  entirely  alone,  the 
Doctor  having  left  me  for  the  city,  to  remain  over  the 
Sabbath.  I  generally  accompany  him,  but  to-day  being 
stormy  I  have  concluded  to  remain  at  home,  and  so 
improve  the  opportunity  of  sending  you  my  greetings 
for  this  new  year  before  January  is  quite  ended.  I 
wish  you  and  all  dear  to  you  every  blessing  and  happi- 
ness, and  your  household  too.  We  have  all  entered 
upon  it  with  countless  mercies.  I  certainly  have  much 
cause  for  gratitude  for  my  many  blessings  and  my 
beautiful,  comfortable  home.  I  only  hope,  as  I  wrote 
my  dear  aunt  a  few  days  since,  that  I  may  not  cleave 
so  fondly  to  it  here  as  to  forget  that  this  cannot  always 
be  my  rest  and  portion.  We  are  more  and  more  in 
love  with  Englewood,  ami  could  not  now  be  induced  to 
return  to  city  life.  Every  day  brings  fresh  pleasures 
and  enjoyment  in  Winter,  as  well  as  in  Summer.  N 
thing  can  exceed  the  beauty  of  a  Winter  landscape 
nothing  lovelier  than  our  woodland  yesterday 
with  frost  ami  ice.  Ever)  twig  and  bough,  in  th< 
tering  rays  of  the  sunbeams,  was  one  mass  of  starry 


140  memorial  OFFERINGS. 

crystals,  and,  at  sunset  particularly,  like  so  many  spar- 
kling gems.  What  beauty  and  wonders  in  the  frost 
kingdom  !  how  it  impresses  us  with  the  perfect  wisdom, 
power,  and  glory  of  the  Great  Creator !  Who  could  be 
a  sceptic  amid  such  wonders?  The  Winter,  thus  far, 
has  been  a  season  of  real  enjoyment  to  us,  and  full  of 
life  and  beauty.  The  rising  sun,  which  I  now  en- 
deavor to  see,  and  the  reflection  of  the  setting  sun,  and 
the  mellow,  soft  light  of  the  moon,  on  the  stainless 
snow,  are  exquisitely  beautiful,  and  beyond  all  power 
of  expression.  But  as  beautiful  as  Winter  is,  I  am  in 
ecstasies  at  the  thought  of  enjoying  the  freshness  of 
early  Spring,  in  the  country.  To  see  the  tender  grass, 
leaves  and  shrubs  put  forth,  and  hear  the  sweet  song- 
sters, makes  my  heart  overflow  with  delight  at  the  very 
thought.  We  spent  a  fortnight  at  Christmas  with  my 
sister  at  her  charming  rural  home,  and  greatly  enjoyed 
it.  My  pet  niece,  Mrs.  G. ,  with  her  beautiful  baby-boy, 
was  there  ;  she  now  resides  with  her  mother,  and  is  a 
great  comfort  to  her.  The  darling  boy  is  about  twenty 
months  old,  and  his  little  gladsome  ways  and  cunning 
tricks  make  him  the  idol  and  joy  of  the  household.  I 
could  not  bear  to  leave  him,  but  his  mother  has  prom- 
ised to  send  him  to  see  us. 

To  Mrs.  Checker  from  Mr.    Wafers. 

Your  very  kind  note  of  September  2 2d  found  me 
quite  ill,  so  I  felt  I  must  give  up  my  intended  trip  to  the 
meeting  of  the  American  Board,  at  Syracuse — and  thus 
closed  up  my  fond  and  long-anticipated  hope  of  visiting 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  14 1 

you,  either  going  or  returning  ;  but  I  am  just  as  grateful 
to  you  and  the  Doctor,  for  your  very  cordial  invitations, 
as  though  I  had  been  permitted  to  once  more  see  you 
and  hold  sweet  converse  on  memories  of  the  past.  As 
I  pen  these  lines,  I  am  impressed  with  the  thought  that 
nearly  all  those  friends  with  whom  Dr.  C.  and  myself 
acted,  in  the  early  struggles,  in  behalf  of  the  poor  slave, 
have  gone  the  way  whence  they  will  not  return.  My 
friend  Whittier  and  myself  spend  hours  in  talking  over 
these  memories;  and  every  few  weeks  our  number  is 
lessened  by  the  departure  of  one  and  another,  in  a  good 
old  age,  to  their  rest.  I  was  at  the  Missionary  Rooms 
in  Boston  a  few  days  since,  and  found  them  much 
engrossed  in  preparations  for  the  interior  Mission  to 
Africa.  I  have  travelled  on  both  sides  of  the  African 
Continent,  and  feel  a  special  interest  in  the  new  Mission. 
I  do  hope  to  visit  you  again,  but  can't  say  the  precise 
time.  Vet  it  makes  me  feel  happier  to  think  I  shall 
see  you  and  the  Doctor  once  more.  Oh.  how  much  I 
would  have  to  say.  and  so  would  you  and  the  Doctor! 
May  the  Lord  direct  and  guide  us  in  all  our  ways,  and 
then  we  will  go  aright.  Give  my  kindest  love  to  the 
I)  x  lor.  1  yet  hope  and  pray  to  see  him  again  :  but  if 
Providence  directs  otherwise,  we  will,  through  the  infi- 
nite grace  and  mercy  of  our  Blessed  Redeemer,  hope  to 
"ii  the  heavenly  hills,  and  spend  a  blessed  rterniu 

in  His  worship  and  service  who  loved  us  and  gave 
Himself  for  ua  I  am  always  happj  to  receive  aline 
from  you  or  the  Doctor.  1  will  remind  friend  Whittier 
about  your  poem.     Il<-  has  been  quite  feeble  all  •SllIl» 


142  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

mcr,  and  recently  lost  a  very  dear  friend,  which  he  feels 
very  much. 

Most  affectionately  yours, 

Richard  P.  Waters. 

The  reading  of  this  letter  brings  to  mind  a 
thousand  memories  of  the  admirable  character 
and  dear  friendship  of  the  writer,  continued  unin- 
terruptedly through  so  many  years.  He  was  one 
of  the  heartiest,  noblest,  most  faithful,  and  un- 
changing friends  ever  met  with.  His  useful  and 
successful  period  in  office  in  Zanzibar,  his  un- 
sullied example  as  a  devout  Christian  there,  his 
faithful  keeping  of  the  Sabbath,  his  abhorrence  of 
slavery,  his  freedom  of  conversation  with  the 
Sultan,  whose  admiring  remembrance  of  his  in- 
tegrity and  generosity  was  kept  up  for  years  after 
the  period  of  his  Consulship  had  ceased,  can 
never  be  forgotten.  He  was  an  example  for 
praise,  honor,  and  imitation  among  all  the  for- 
eigners whose  business  or  official  responsibilities 
had  brought  them  in  connection  with  the  Sultan 
and  his  Court.  His  intelligence,  hospitality, 
courtesy,  kindness,  and  uninterrupted  pleasantry 
and  cheerfulness  were  quite  unexampled.  He 
had  withal  such  a  fund  of  gayety  and  laughing 
good-humor   and  sweetness   of   temper,  and   be- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND   LOVE.  143 

nevolencc  and  generosity  of  nature,  and  such  un- 
failing energy  and  boldness  on  the  right  side 
against  every  instance  of  oppression  ;  such  an  ab- 
horrence of  intemperance  and  slavery,  such  hos- 
pitality and  nobleness  of  character,  whether  at 
home  or  abroad,  that  his  friendship  was  a  gift 
inestimable.  We  always  used  to  call  him  by  his 
Indian  name,  with  which  our  enjoyment  of  his 
gayety  and  uninterrupted  friendship  had  baptized 
him,  among  ourselves,  — -MINNEHAHA  !  the  langli- 
itig  Waters,  from  Longfellow's  beautiful  poem. 

He  was  an  early  and  whole-hearted  helper  in 
every  good  undertaking,  an  earnest  lover  of  truth, 
justice,  and  freedom.  His  abhorrence  of  slavery 
was  grounded  in  Christian  principles,  with  an 
indomitable  hatred  of  cruelty  and  oppression, 
which  was  open  and  transparent  everywhere. 
He  carried  the  freedom,  simplicity,  and  artlessness 
of  uncorrupted  youth  into  the  dignity,  integrity, 
and  firmness  of  manhood.  He  might  have  been 
taken  to  sit  for  tin-  likeness  of  Faithful's  charac- 
ter, portrayed  for  our  admiration  in  Bunyan's 
Pilgrim's  Progress,  or  perhaps  a  combination  por- 
traiture of  the  qualities  <>f  Faithful  and  Hopeful, 
in  one  personification. 

It  was  a  remarkable  providence  that  notwith- 
standing   his    Anti-slaver)     principle  well 


144  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

known,  he  should  have  been  appointed  Consul  of 
the  United  States  at  Zanzibar,  with  a  commission 
signed  by  General  Jackson,  which  is  said  to  have 
been  the  first  official  commission  that  was  ever 
issued  to  that  Government  for  an  American  or 
any  other  Consul.  For  several  years  his  Consul- 
ate was  the  only  foreign  Consulship  at  Zanzibar. 

He  became  a  great  favorite  with  the  Sultan, 
and  carried  on  extensive  business  transactions 
with  him,  enjoying  the  friendship  and  entire  con- 
fidence of  His  Highness. 

His  strict,  religious  observance  of  the  Sabbath 
was  an  admirable  example  in  a  Mohammedan 
country,  such  indeed  as  had  never  been  known 
before ;  and  being  accompanied  with  such  integ- 
rity, energy,  and  familiar  executive  command  of 
all  business  during  the  week,  with  such  generosity 
and  pleasantry,  it  made  an  impression  not  to  be 
disregarded  or  forgotten. 

His  qualities  of  social,  familiar,  and  generous 
hospitality,  with  his  genial,  happy  disposition, 
made  his  companionship  everywhere  attractive. 
He  had  always  the  just  and  right  side  on  every 
question  of  conscience  and  obedience  to  God; 
and  his  abhorrence  of  any  governmental,  irrelig- 
ious oppression  or  interference  was  earnest  and 
unceasing.     His  opinions,  once  seriously  formed, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  145 

were  unchangeable ;  so  that  every  one  knew  on 
which  side  he  was  to  be  found,  and  how  impossi- 
ble it  would  have  been  to  break  down  his  resolu- 
tions, or  diminish  his  unflinching  courage  in  main- 
taining them.  A  few  such  men,  with  an  unswerv- 
ing reliance  upon  God  and  obedience  to  His 
Word,  might  constitute  the  foundations  of  an 
empire  of  truth,  freedom,  magnanimity,  compas- 
sion, and  refuge  for  the  outcast  and  oppressed, 
and  protection  of  the  divine  inheritance  and 
rights  of  the  children  in  every  generation,  through 
their  uninterrupted  parental  and  school  instruc- 
tion in  the  Scriptures.  Such  men  are  treasures 
in  time  of  fear,  treachery,  unbelief,  avarice,  and 
selfishness.  They  are  named  by  the  Prophet 
Ezekiel  God's  GAPMEN,  "  to  make  up  the  hedge, 
and  stand  in  the  battle  in  the  day  of  the  Lord." 


CHAPTER   VIII. 

Exclusion  of  the  Bible  from  our  Public  Schools,  but 
State  Legislation  for  the  Free  Manufacture  and 
Sale  of  Ardent  Spirits,  and  of  Drunkards. — Passing 
our  Children  by  Law  through  the  Fire  to  Moloch. 
— Violation  of  Christ's  Commands  for  the  Instruc- 
tion of  Our  Little  Ones,  and  the  Consequences  of 
such  Violation. — Prepossessions  by  Law  with  Habits 
of  Drunkenness. — Dr.  McLeod  on  the  Sacredness 
and  Power  of  a  Parental.  Prayerful  Education. — 
Anecdotes  of  Milly  and  Fanny,  the  Truly  Angelic 
Prattlers  in  our  Household. — Letter  of  Mrs.  Hen- 
rietta C.  Buck. 

"  CUFFERthe  little  children  to  come  unto  Me, 
and  forbid  them  not,  for  of  such  is  the  King- 
dom of  Heaven."  The  little  children !  And 
now,  if  they  are  deliberately  denied  this  freedom, 
this  privilege  covenanted  for  them  by  our  Saviour, 
what  is  to  become  of  us  if  we  as  a  government 
and  people  refuse  to  comply  with  this  command- 
ment ?  Did  the  Lord  God  of  the  Hebrews,  and 
of  all  the  families  of  mankind,  ever  say,  "  Let 
my  laws  be  taught  to  the  grown  people  of  the 
State,  but  never  in  their  schools  to  the  children. 
Their  offspring  shall  not  be  educated  from  their 
infancy  in  the  reading  and  knowledge  of  the 
Scriptures"  ?     But  this  is  just  what  we  are  doing 

when  we  permit  our  legislators  to  say  that  neither 

146 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  M7 

the  attributes  nor  laws  of  the  Almighty,  nor  the 
promises  of  love  and  mercy  through  our  Lord 
Jesus  Christ,  shall  be  brought  to  the  knowledge 
of  the  children  !  And  thus  we  submit  to  an 
oppressive  establishment  of  irreligious  teaching, 
from  which  our  New  England  ancestors  fled  to 
the  wilderness,  for  Freedom  for  ourselves  and  our 
children,  to    worship  God  ! 

Here  we  are,  with  these  two  iniquities  in  our 
National  and  State  legislation,  at  one  and  the 
same  time  securing  the  generation  of  drunkards 
by  the  manufacture  of  Ardent  Spirits,  and  for- 
bidding the  instruction  and  education  of  our 
children  in  religion  by  excluding  the  Bible  from 
our  Common  Schools,  and  preventing  the  Gospel 
of  Christ,  and  the  way  of  Salvation  through 
Him,  from  being  even  mentioned  in  the  school- 
books  !  The  manufacture  of  infidelity,  atheism 
and  drunkenness  goes  hand  in  hand  by  our  legis- 
lation ;  God  our  Lawgiver,  and  Christ  Jesus  our 
Redeemer,  being  excluded  from  a  Nation  whose 
Declaration  of  Independence  declared  that  all 
our  rights  of  life,  liberty,  and  the  pursuit  of  hap- 
piness depended  upon  the  Great  Governor  of  Na- 
tions, to  whom  we  appealed  for  the  security  oi 
such  blessings,  for  ourselves  and  our  posterity  ! 

What  i^  to  become  of  us,  if  a  single  gene- 
ratipn  be  constituted,  prepossessed  ami  moulded 
in  the  models  of  such  Legislation?    In  the  schools 


148  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

of  modern  European  infidelity  there  are  nat- 
ures so  permeated  and  impregnated  with  the 
habits  of  scepticism,  by  turning  the  truth  itself 
into  ridicule  and  doubt,  that  they  invite  the 
fiery  darts  of  the  Wicked  One,  and  become 
responsive  to  their  lurid  magnetism  with  such 
swift  intensity  that  their  whole  infected  reason 
flashes  into  flame;  having  grown,  as  was  once 
described  of  the  ground  in  the  interior  of  Aus- 
tralia, "  almost  a  molten  surface,  so  that,  if  a 
match  accidentally  fell  upon  it,  it  immediately 
ignited."  So  the  heart  of  infidelity  kindles  the 
match,  and  from  the  fall  of  Adam  down  to  our 
day  some  men  are  even  beforehand  with  Satan 
in  this  work  of  conflagration,  making  others  "  two- 
fold more  the  children  of  Hell  than  themselves." 

This  is  just  what  we  are  endeavoring  to  do  with 
the  present  generation.  We  are  as  truly  passing 
our  children  through  the  fire  to  Moloch  as  ever 
were  the  forewarned  families  of  the  Hebrews 
under  the  reigns  of  Ahab  and  Manasseh.  And 
God  left  them  to  their  own  punishment  in  their 
own  way.  And  what  should  prevent  Him  from 
executing    the    same    dreadful    justice    upon    us? 

Mr.  Evans,  an  eminent  Senator  in  the  State  of 
Maine,  some  years  ago  delivered  a  speech,  in 
which  he  declared  that  the  power  of  the  Word  of 
God  in  the  education  of  children  in  the  knowledge 
of   the  Gospel   in   the  Public  Schools  had   nearly 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD   LOVE.  I49 

emptied  the  prisons,  by  so  reducing  crime  that 
the  dearth  of  criminals  to  possess  the  cells  was  so 
great  that  the  buildings  had  to  be  turned  over  to 
the  local  authorities,  to  be  occupied  for  schools 
and  preaching  places.  The  Book  of  the  Word 
of  God,  instead  of  penal  institutes,  instead  of  the 
sword,  had  done  all  this.  The  first  government 
in  the  world  that  shall  adopt  the  Gospel  of  Christ 
as  its  sanction  and  its  force  "  will  ride  on  the 
high  places  of  the  earth."  God,  and  His  laws  of 
Love  in  Christ,  as  the  obligation  upon  every 
citizen,  shall  yet  be  the  ground  and  inspiring 
genius  of  all  law.  "The  mercy  of  the  Lord  is 
from  everlasting  to  everlasting  upon  them  that 
fear  Him,  and  His  righteousness  UNTO  CHIL- 
DREN'S CHILDREN,  to  such  as  keep  His  covenant y 
and  to  those  that  remember  His  commandments 
to  do  them." 

Both  the  parents  and  the  government  were 
appointed  to  teach  all  t/ie  children  upon  earth 
God's  holy  laws.  If  they  refuse  this,  ami  for- 
bid the  teaching  of  1 1  is  Word  to  their  children 
from    generation    to    generation,    lie    will    punish 

them  accordingly,  giving  them  over  to  their  own 
chosen    destruction,    of    their   own    children,    by 

their    own    cruelty   and    wickedness.      In    keeping 

back  tin-  Word  of  God  and  the  knowledg 
Christ  and    His  Gospel   from   them,  they   volun- 
tarily destroy  both  themselves  and  their  offspi 


ISO  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

"  Come  unto  Me,  all  ye  that  labor  and  are  heavy 
laden.  Take  My  yoke  upon  you,  and  learn  of 
Me."  Every  faithful,  prayerful  Christian  parent 
is  thus  in  fact  one  of  our  Blessed  Lord's  most 
merciful  missionaries  for  mankind.  Fathers  and 
mothers,  united  in  obedience  to  Christ's  com- 
mand, "  bring  all  your  little  ones  to  me" — are  the 
most  useful  and  most  blissfully  happy  of  all  God's 
faithful  ministers  on  earth.  The  simplest  work 
of  teaching  children  concerning  Christ  their  Sav- 
iour, and  setting  the  example  of  obedience  and 
love  to  Him,  is  the  most  exquisite  prepossession 
of  the  soul,  with  the  very  Spirit  of  our  Divine 
Redeemer,  making  us  all  hereditary  children, 
generation  after  generation,  of  "the  Riches  of  the 
glory  of  Christ's  own  inheritance  in  the  Saints." 
The  effect  of  prejudice  and  doubt  upon  our 
first  ideas  of  truth,  that  were  intended  and  de- 
posited to  germinate  by  a  childlike  faith  into  the 
certainty  of  a  progressive  life,  may  be  illustrated 
by  that  of  varnish  on  an  egg.  Eggs  varnished 
cannot  be  hatched.  The  mother-hen  might 
brood  upon  them  with  all  the  requisite  constancy, 
but  the  embryo  will  not  germinate  into  life  with 
the  external  varnish  on  the  shell.  The  air  can- 
not pass  through  that  envelope,  and  so  there  is 
no  life,  but  death,  after  a  little  while  of  doubting. 
And  such  are  the  workings  of  prejudice  and 
doubt   upon  the  germs  of  truth,  even   in   minds 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD  LOVE.  I$I 

by  nature  the  most  active.  The  more  precious 
and  costly  the  life,  the  more  destructive  and 
diabolical  the  process  of  its  suffocation,  and  the 
more  incessant  will  be  the  watchfulness  of  a  true 
spiritual  husbandman  against  it.  A  breed  of 
Shanghai  fowls  would  be  protected  carefully 
from  such  experiments.  Are  the  minds  of  our 
children  of  such  physiological  toughness  that 
they  relieve  us  of  such  care  ?  Catch  a  philoso- 
pher varnishing  the  eggs  under  your  barn-door 
fowls,  and  there  is  not  a  farmer  but  would  turn 
him  over  to  the  police,  even  though  he  bore  the 
name  of  Stuart  Mill  or  Herbert  Spencer.  Our 
Common  Schools  cannot  be  submitted  to  such 
regulators — such  a  discipline  for  addling  the  eggs. 

AND    A    LITTLE   CHILD    SHALL    LEAD   THEM! 

Shall  lead  them  to  Jesus  !    O  wonderful  word, 

By  the  Spirit  of  Prophecy  uttered  and  heard, 

From  the  Womb  of  the  Morning    the  Dew  of  Christ's  Youth. 

Drops  down  on  the  earth,  with  the  rainbows  of  Truth, 

And  the  germs  of  Eternity's  blissfulness  gi\ 

Each   reaper's  reward  for  the  labors  of  Heaven. 

A  little  child,  God's  glorious   Hosts  shall   lead, 

A  little  child  each  Victory  precede  ; 

The  meek  and  lowly  shall   inspire  the  strong 

And  fill  the   Universe  with  one   I 

1  he  song  of  liosei  and  the  Bleeding  Lamb  ; 

Eternal  glory  of  the  great  I  am  ! 

Humility,  the  dearest  grace  in  Heayea  ; 

Self-sacrifice,  the  costliest  offering   k^ 


152  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

The  Son  of  God  upon  the  Cross  denied, 
Terrific  scene  of  human  guilt  and  pride, 
That  yet  could  never  God's  dear  mercy  hide, 
But  make  the  sinner  in   His  love  confide  ; 
A  broken,  contrite  heart,  his  faithful  guide  ! 

And  so,  a  little  child  shall  lead  the  world, 

That  otherwise  by  Satan  had  been  whirled  ; 

And  so,  dear  Lord,  thy  loved  ones  shall  obey 

Thy  sweet  command  for  every  soul  astray, 

To  bring  them  back  where  Thou  hast  taught  the  glory, 

For  Jesus  to  repeat  Redemption's  story  ! 

Yes,  each  seraph  we'll  entreat, 
Meeting  them  at  the  Mercy  Seat, 
With  all  the  Cherubim  we  find 
Girded  with  a  grateful  mind, 
That  they  may  our  song  of  glory, 

By  the  Lord  of  glory  given, 
In  each  starry  world  repeat, 

And  unlock  the  gates  of  Heaven 
For  the  Penitent's  retreat, 
At  the  Saviour's  loving  call, 
From  the  misery  of  the  fall, 

To  the  bliss  of  sins  forgiven, 
And  the  Crown  of  Glory  worn 
By  the  wretched  and  forlorn, 
In  the  Paradise  above, 
Gift  of  Jesus'  dying  love  ! 

Yes,  a  little  child  shall  lead  them  ! 
Oh  the  joy  such  grace  to  win  ! 
In  a  world  so  full  of  sin  ! 
Keep,  O  keep  us,  gracious  Saviour  ! 

Pure  amidst  a  world  of  guilt ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  1 53 

Let  it  be  our  sweet  endeavor, 

By  Thy  blood  on  Calvary  spilt, 
The  heaven  of  gratitude  to  win, 

That  we  may  obtain  Thy  favor, 
And  hear  Thy  welcome  words,   "  Come  in." 

Thus  assured  to  dwell  forever, 
In  Thy  presence  white  as  snow, 
From  this  guilty  world  to  go. 
Thou  wilt  give  us  grace  and  glory, 

Such  resemblance  to  complete, 
That  we  may,  as  new-born  lilies, 

Such  as  Jesus  loved  to  meet, 
Breathing  incense  at  His  feet; — 

With  such  wondrous  rapture  greet 
Every  Angel  choir  we  meet, 
That  they  shall  anew  repeat 

The  blissful  song  in  Bethlehem  given, 

For  the  endless  joy  of  Heaven. 
In  the  Covenant  of  Redemption, 

By  the  Hebrew  Prophets  taught, 
By  the  Lamb's  most  precious  blood, 
Atonement  through  the  Son  of  God  ; 
For  the  parents  and  their  children, 
In  each  rising  generation. 

Where  the  streams  of  Life  arc   flowing, 
And   the   trees   with   fruils  are  Kr°wi"g» 

And   the  lilies  blooming  wh 
Martyrs  and  Apostles  trod, 
Hearing  their    Incarnate   God, 

Teach    the    dear    less., il-  ■[,! 

Dropt   from    His   lips   witil  >^ccl, 

For  listening  Angela  to  irwe.u 

And  cast  theii  crown    si  Jesus'  feet  I 


154  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Oh,  miracles  of  Grace  Incarnate ! 

Wonders  of  Eternal  bliss  ! 
By  each  little  child  repeated, 

Cradled  with  the  Saviour's  kiss, 
From  Earth's  sorrows  all  transported, 
To  the  Heaven  of  God's  own  peace, 
By  the  grace  of  Christ's  provision, 
Through  each  praying  Mother's  Faith, 

Conquering  even  unto  death  ! 

Oh  the  sweetness  of  such  glory  ! 

Oh  the  glory  of  such  bliss  ! 
Gethsemane  and  Calvary's  story, 

The  mystery  of  Godliness  ! 

Look  up,  thou  trembling  Little  Faith, 

Nor  ever  more  despair  ! 
Look  up  !    the  bow  is  round  the  cloud, 

How  beautiful  !    how  fair  ! 
Thy  loving  Lord's  o'ershadowing  wings 

Are  shining  on  thee  there  ; 
And  far  above  these  fearful  storms, 

There  shall  be  brighter  skies  ; 
Beyond  this  sin-defiled  world, 

The  stars  of  mercy  rise  ! 
Then  wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

And  He  will  shelter  thee  ; 
His  bow  above  the  stormy  cloud, 

Who  trusts  His  Word  shall  see  ; 
The  thunders  may  be  long  and  loud, 

The  rain  a  deluge  be, 
Yet  boundless  springs  of  life  and  love, 

They  shall  create  for  thee. 

Thou  art  still  covered  with  the  wings 
Of  His  surprising  grace, 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  155 

Though  for  a  day  thou  mayst  not  see 

The  shinings  of  His  face  ; — 
Beyond  our  melancholy  years 

God's  stars  of  mercy  rise, 
His  angels  wait  upon  our  State, 

Our  guardians  for  the  skies  ; 
Needing  Almighty  Grace  to  bear 

Such  infinite  surprise  ; 
The  little  ones  of  Jesus'  love, 

More  precious  in  their  eyes, 
Than  God's  creation  e'er  beheld 

In  their  first  Paradise  ! 

The  mummified  carcasses  of  the  old  crocodile- 
worshippers  on  the  borders  of  the  Nile  make 
light  and  fuel  for  modern  Mohammedans.  The 
admission  of  paganism  makes  sunlight  for  advanc- 
ing Deism,  without  need  of  a  Saviour.  Peor  and 
Baalim  forsake  their  antique  shrines  and  place 
themselves,  as  living  Caryatides,  under  the  throne 
of  the  Vatican.  Now  every  prepossession  by 
such  falsehood  and  blindness  in  education  is 
prophetic  of  inevitable  guilt  and  misery.  Ashes 
of  thought  may  be  good  for  guano,  but  must 
depend  on  what  was  the  material  burned.  Coal 
ashes  are  fit  only  for  roadways  or  nuulli 
All  the  life  of  Truth  burned  out,  what  remains 
is  impossible  to  be  rekindled.  The  saying  of  a 
poet    has    been    admired,   that    even    in    our   ashes 

live  their  wonted  fires.     But  how  &  thing 

but     clinkers     and    cinders     of     thought     remain. 

Some    kinds     of     coal    make    them    rapidly,    and 


I56  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

they  stick  so  fast  to  the  furnace  that  they  can- 
not be  cleaned  away.  Like  an  old  well,  the 
cement  in  which  the  stones  are  laid  becomes 
stronger  than  the  stones  themselves;  and  it  is 
easier  to  break  away  the  stones  than  the  preju- 
dices in  the  work  of  a  boy's  education. 

Vile  examples  are  the  most  powerful  of  all  pre- 
possessions. Hence  the  necessity  of  preposses- 
sions grounded  in  Truth  and  Love,  the  very  cement 
of  Heaven.  But  wrong  prepossessions,  by  false- 
hoods— an  education  built  up  and  cemented  by 
lying,  —  how  infinitely  terrible!  Prevention  is 
better  than  cure,  and  prepossession  is  preposi- 
tion, and  if  held  as  firmly  as  taken,  secures  the 
Victory.  Preposition  is  power ;  and  preposses- 
sion in  a  right  way,  by  the  elements  of  truth, 
is  not  only  nine-tenths  of  the  law,  but,  in  Divine 
love,  is  the  whole  law. 

Let  any  man  take  a  comprehensive  diction- 
ary of  any  language,  the  English  especially, 
with  the  references  and  illustrative  quotations* 
and  he  can  read  no  more  solemn  and  profoundly 
instructive  pages,  even  in  the  most  sacred  moral- 
ists, than  he  can  in  tracing  the  words  com- 
pounded with  the  governing  particles  pre  and 
pro  ;  from  pre-accusation  (the  very  first  com- 
pound noun  occurring  in  this  form,  and  for  the 
consciousness  of  guilt  how  significant!)  down 
through    pre-admonition,   precaution,  preception, 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AXD  LOVE.  1 57 

predilection,  pre-disposition,  pre-emption,  pre- 
judication, and  so  on,  to  the  last  of  the  alphabet, 
presentiment,  presumption,  pretension,  preven- 
tion, prevision.  Forewarned,  forearmed.  "  Pre- 
venient  grace  descending,"  builds  lighthouses  in 
our  very  language  for  us,  foreseeing,  foretelling 
our  dangers,  our  refuges,  the  reefs,  the  shoals,  the 
harbors. 

Agree  with  thine  adversary  while  thou  art 
in  the  way  with  him.  Prepossession  waits  on 
preposition  ;  the  last  is  first,  the  first  follows  and 
holds.  So  it  is  with  right  principles,  taking  the 
highest  positions  and  confirmed  by  habits.  In 
our  war  of  Independence,  Ticonderoga  was  forti- 
fied by  the  Americans.  They  had  prepossession. 
But  to  have  secured  that,  to  have  held  it  against 
the  enemy,  there  should  have  been  preposition, 
higher  up,  not  only  of  that  fort,  but  of  every  other 
higher  eminence  from  which  an  enemy,  having 
prepossessed  that  height,  could  overlook,  over- 
shoot, and  dispossess  the  other.  And  so  the 
native-born  patriots  had  to  move  out.  It  is  a 
warning  lesson  for  a  right  education,  a  right  be- 
ginning, a  granite  foundation. 

How  impossible,  except  by  God's  merciful 
providence  and  -race,  fur  us  to  reverse  an  evil 
habit  when  it  has  become  a  second  nature,  a  des- 

potism  within  and  without.      It    is   like  those  fear- 
ful   Venetian    prisons,  so   contrived   as   t<>   close 


158  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

gradually  and  imperceptibly  around  and  upon  the 
helpless  condemned  victims,  day  by  day,  closer 
and  closer,  till  they  are  crushed  to  death.  But 
the  prisons  of  a  sinful  nature,  growing  from  with- 
in, seem  enchanted  ground,  so  terrible  is  the  de- 
lusion of  sin,  the  vision  of  a  liberty,  large,  wide, 
confident,  pleasurable,  over  which  one  can  roam 
at  will  and  sin  on  at  pleasure  without  danger. 

But  at  length  the  horizon  seems  to  be  contract- 
ing, every  day  growing  narrower,  and  after  a 
while  the  airy  walls  are  found  to  be  a  solid  mate- 
rial fabric,  gradually  closing  upon  you.  At  first 
they  were  far  off ;  now  they  are  coming  nearer ; 
at  length,  a  few  steps  on  either  side,  and  you  can 
touch  them.  Some  one  seems  to  be  turning  the 
screws.  A  voice  is  heard  outside :  Thine  own 
doings  have  beset  thee  roundabout !  Thou  hast 
destroyed  thyself.  The  Vice  upon  thee  is  within 
thee. 

As  a  man  thinketh  in  his  heart,  so  is  he.  Our 
daily  thoughts,  emotions,  actions,  words,  are  sent 
from  us  as  from  a  station  on  telegraphic  wires, 
playing  into  eternity.  Then  the  recording  angel 
writes  them  down,  and  they  are  eternal  characters, 
and,  if  we  die  in  them,  everlasting,  with  their  con- 
sequences. "  Some  men's  sins  are  open  before- 
hand, going  before  to  judgment :  and  some  they 
follow  after,"  and  the  prison  door  is  shut. 


FAITH,    HOPE,    AND  LOVE.  159 

The  germ  of  Universal  Sin, 

The  cobra  serpent  of  the  Fall, 
The  prepossession  held  within, 

Against  the  voice  of  Mercy's  call  ! 

Oh,  wake,  thou  sleeper,  and  arise 

Amidst  the  congregated  dead; 
And  Christ,  who  calls  thee  from  the  skies, 

His  robe  of  Light  will  o'er  thee  spread. 

Cry  out  with  Bartimseus  blind: 

O  Son  of  David  from  on  high, 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  the  mind 

And  save  me  as  thou  passest  by. 

Lord  !  That  I  might  receive  my  sight, 

Thy  face  of  mercy  to  behold, 
And  from  the  radiance  of  such  light 

Follow  the  shepherd  of  the  fold. 
Forth  from  the  gloomy  shroud  of  Night 

His  loving  kindness  to  unfold 
And  through  all  worlds  with  glory  bright, 

Sing  forth  his  name  on  harps  of  gold. 

Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  glorious  gates, 

Behold  the  King  of  glory  waits; 
Lift  up  your  heads  with  crowns  of  gold, 

The  Incarnate  God  of  love  behold, 
The  Conqueror  of  Hell  and  Sin, 

And  let  the  King  of  Glory  in! 

Get  a  new  master,  be  a  new  man  !  But  even 
new  cloth  put  upon  the  old  torn  garment  only 
makes  the  rent  worse.  The  belief  in  eoiulitiMii.il 
immortality  is  an  example.     Let  us  eat  and  drink, 

for  to-morrow  we  die  !      Such    IS    the    Comer-Stone 


160  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

of  ordinary  humanity.  You  are  mortal.  We 
know  that,  and  we  live  accordingly,  determined 
to  get  all  the  enjoyment  we  can  out  of  our  present 
existence.  We  cannot  live  for  another  life.  It 
is  impossible  to  live  higher  than  we  know.  Now 
then,  unless  God  has  revealed  our  immortality, 
there  is  no  possibility  of  living  for  anything  but 
this  life  only.  There  is  no  such  thing  as  what  is 
called  a  soul,  and  therefore  no  need  of  caring 
for  it. 

But  here  Christ  Himself  puts  in  a  corner- 
stone for  our  Eternal  Education  :  "  For  what 
shall  a  man  give  in  exchange  for  his  soul  ?  Thou 
Fool !  This  night  thy  soul  shall  be  required  of 
thee,  and  then,  whose  shall  those  things  be  which 
thou  hast  provided  ?"  A  Godly  Home  Education, 
Dr.  McLeod  of  Scotland  once  wrote  in  his  diary, 
"  is  one  that  trains  up  the  child,  by  the  earthly 
father  to  the  Heavenly.  But  if  a  parent  would 
ever  be  as  God  to  his  child,  he  himself  must  first 
be  as  a  child  to  his  God.  And  what  a  father  on 
earth  wishes  his  child  to  be  towards  himself,  that 
God  wishes  the  parent  to  be  towards  Himself,"  his 
Father  in  Heaven.  He  writes,  "  I  followed  out 
and  carried  through  a  theory  of  education,  founded 
on  God's  teaching  in  the  Bible,  in  the  Pentateuch 
especially,  which  was  to  be  read  each  year,  to  the 
young  as  well  as  old.  An  education  such  as  this 
would  be  based  upon,  and  saturated  with,  Chris- 


FAITH,    HOPE,    AND   LOVE.  l6l 

tian  principle."  "  For  a  time  I  must  be  to  my  lit- 
tle girl  as  God.  I  shall  have  the  blessedness  of 
first  telling  her  of  Him,  who,  I  trust,  shall  be  her 
All  in  All  forever  after.  For  a  time  I  must  be  to 
her  as  God." 

ALL  SOULS  ARE  MINE. 

Lord,  teach  thine  earliest  law  of  Love, 
And  give  the  grace  to  keep  that  law, 

By  which  regenerate  Worlds  shall  move, 
Each  rising  family  to  draw, 
In  childlike  confidence  and  awe. 

Within  their  Shepherd's  Fold  on  earth, 
Arrayed  in  Jesus'  loving  care, 

The  home  of  each  dear  infant's  birth, 
Protected  from  each  deadly  snare, — 
Christ's  soldiers,  his  dear  Cross  to  bear  ! 

His  cherubim  shall  spread  their  wings 
Above  the  much-loved  mercy-seat  ; 

There,  where  divine  compassion  springs, 
For  every  pilgrim's  safe  retreat, 
The  world's  dark  ways  beneath  their  feet. 

Jesus,  our  all!  we  meet  thee  there, 
And  pour  our  penitential  prayer  ; 
We  know  Thou  wilt  not  cease  to  bless 
The  contrite  hearts  that  seek  thy  grace, 
And  the  dear  lightening^  of  thy  face. 

Thy  life  poured  out  for  ours  we  see, 
Upon  the  Cross  on  Calvary. 
Oh,  let  us  rest  upon  such  love, 
Like  him  who  said  "  Remember  me," 
Then  rose  to  Paradise  with  it.' 


1 62  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

Amazing  mystery  of  grace! 

How  blest  for  all  who  seek  thy  face, 

And  from  its  shining  glory  learn, 

In  faith  and  hope  and  love  and  prayer, 

To  find  thee  always  waiting  there. 

Pleading  the  fulness  of  thy  plea, 
In  thine  eternal  majesty, 
To  reconcile  each  race  to  thee, — 
"  Bring  all  your  little  ones  to  me, 
Their  bliss  and  yours  eternally." 


Oh  the  beauty,  the  sacredness,  the  power  of  a 
true  parental,  prayerful  education  !  the  rever- 
ence, the  love,  the  tenderness  and  sweetness  of 
earliest  associations,  begun  and  continued  with 
the  prayer  of  faith  at  the  foot  of  the  Cross ! 
What  a  heaven  on  earth,  in  its  earliest  elements, 
God  hath  mercifully  interwoven,  from  the  cradle 
of  the  infant  upward,  if  but  that  one  command  of 
our  Blessed  Lord  is  faithfully  obeyed,  "  Suffer 
the  little  ones  to  come  unto  me,  and  forbid  them 
not,  for  of  such  is  the  kingdom  of  heaven."  And 
how  shall  they  come,  except  they  be  brought  and 
taught  by  parental  affection  ?  And  when  that, 
which  is  God's  own  inspiration  in  the  soul,  is 
obeyed,  every  promised  element  of  blessedness 
and  glory  shall  follow.  "  The  riches  of  the  glory  of 
Christ's   inheritance  in  the  saints'  begin  there — 


FAITH,   HOPE,    AND   LOVE.  163 

begin  and  are  continued  in  the  teachings  of  His 
Love  and  the  guidance  of  his  Holy  Spirit. 

Dear,  precious,  trustful,  truthful,  simple-hearted, 
loving  little  Milly!  What  an  embodiment  of  a 
Seraph  on  earth  the  dear  child  seemed  to  be  ! 
And  of  such  is  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven.  In  such 
a  world  as  this,  little  children  are  a  wonder,  for 
the  simplicity  and  truth  of  their  religious  percep- 
tions and  sensibilities.  They  know,  as  it  were,  in- 
stinctively and  as  unerringly  as  a  rose-bud  open- 
ing to  the  light  and  air,  what  they  can  trust, 
and  whom  they  ought  to  love,  and  why.  Their 
early  consciences  are  a  wondrous  barometer  of 
what  is  right  and  wrong,  when  their  religious 
education  in  its  simplest  principles  has  not 
been  neglected.  Little  Fanny  was  full  of  humor 
and  merriment,  fond  of  playful  tricks  and  puzzles, 
and  loved  a  joke  with  a  spice  of  satire  in  it. 
Little  Milly  was  as  a  child-angel.  Where  did 
she  acquire  that  early  experience  of  right  and 
wrong?  that  tender,  delicate,  sensitive  impression 
of  good  and  evil  in  the  thoughts  and  affections, 
and  even  of  the  sinfulness  and  danger  of  envy 
and  pride; — where-,  but  from  the  mysterious, 
intuitive  pow^r  of  some  sweet  examples,  with 
sacred  lessons  and  influences  begun  in  infancy, 
and  taught  perhaps  by  the  very  thoughts  and  im- 


164  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

pressions  suggested  in  the  loving  maternal  coun- 
tenances of  those  watching  over  her? 

Dear  little  innocent  prattler !  One  Sabbath 
morning,  getting  ready  for  the  Sabbath-school, 
her  sister  Fanny,  admiring  the  beautiful  flowers 
on  Milly's  new  bonnet,  said  to  her,  half  in  play, 
half  in  earnest,  "  O  Milly !  Milly !  what  do  you 
think  dear  Aunty  will  say  when  she  sees  you  so 
fond  of  your  gay  bonnet  ?" 

"  Oh,"  said  Milly,  "  I  know  what  dear  Aunty  will 
say.  She  will  tell  you  if  Milly  is  only  a  good 
little  girl,  no  matter  for  her  beautiful  bonnet  ! 
Aunty  will  not  be  troubled  at  all." 

Milly  was,  in  her  artless,  sweet  simplicity,  as  an 
infant  cherub,  like  a  field  violet  just  opening  into 
life  and  beauty,  and  so  full  of  tender  religious 
sensibility  and  thoughtfulness,  so  unconscious,  so 
native,  that  she  seemed  almost  to  have  been  born 
a  seraph,  so  loving,  so  happy,  so  holy.  Her  life 
was  very  brief,  but,  oh,  how  radiant,  how  lovely! 
The  freedom  of  the  dear  child's  heart  from  the 
desire  or  pride  of  admiration  might  well  be  the 
work  of  the  early  sanctifying  grace  of  God. 

This  incident  recalls  to  mind  the  promise  con- 
nected with  our  Lord's  Kingdom  on  earth, 
"  From  the  womb  of  the  morning  thou  hast  the 
dew   of  thy  youth."     Our  Lord's  own  Holy  Na- 


FAITH,    HOPE,    AND  LOVE.  1 65 

tivity  and  education  were  the  result  of  the  ful- 
filment of  the  One  Hundred  and  Tenth  Psalm, 
as  an  example  of  the  riches  and  beauty  of  the 
Kingdom  of  Divine  Glory  thenceforth  to  be  es- 
tablished upon  earth  ;  what  was  to  be  the  hope 
of  his  calling  and  what  the  riches  of  the  glory  of 
his  inheritance  in  the  Saints,  and  what  the  exceed- 
ing greatness  of  his  power  realized  in  the  regen- 
eration and  Resurrection  of  Saints  in  light. 

The  better  impulses,  by  God  designed, 

Become  the  seeds  of  character  refined, 

Rocked  in  the  earliest  cradle  of  the  mind  ; 

Roots  of  pure  habits  in  the  soil  entwined, 

To  bear  in  ripest  age  the  fruits  of  grace, 

Reflections  from  their  guardian  angel's  face  ! 

Dear  reminiscences  of  Jesus'  Love, 

As  in  the  Ark  the  white  wings  of  the  Dove, 

A  resting-place  to  seek  earth's  waves  above. 

Dews  of  Christ's  youth,  in  earliest  morning  sought, 

Are  fruits  divine  of  all  celestial  thought, 

Through  Faith  and  Love  transfiguring  the  mind, 

I:    ause  parental  hearts  were  thus  inclined  ; 

And  sought  occasions  daily  to  diffuse 

The  lights  from  heaven  o'er  their  infantile  dews. 

( )  sa<  ml  trust  !  from  Jesus  given  l"  Man  ! 

The  Babe's  Salvation,  God's  parental  plan  ! 

The  joy,  the  glorj  oi  Christ's  Harvest  Home, 

F01  counties)  millions  in  the  Heaven  to  come. 


I  fir. 


MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 


It  was  to  this  lovely  angel  of  our  household 
that  our  very  dear  friend  Mrs.  Henrietta  C. 
Buck  referred  in  her  affectionate  note,  saying, 
"  Although  I  know  that  your  house  is  a  house  of 
mourning  and  sorrow,  yet  if  it  is  perfectly  agree- 
able and  convenient  to  grant  our  request  for  the 
evening  of  Sabbath,  15th  instant,  it  will  be  a  most 
grateful  gift. 

"  Dear  Mrs.  Cheever,  it  has  been  with  heart- 
felt sympathy  that  I  have  thought  of  you  the  last 
few  days,  watching  that  little  sufferer  whilst  she 
was  going  down  the  valley  of  the  shadow  of  death. 
I  have  twice  been  called  to  that  bitter  pang  of 
parting  with  such  dear  little  treasures,  and  I  know 
how  agonizing  is  the  bereavement !  But  I  know 
also  what  a  source  of  consolation  there  is  in 
thinking,  "  I have  a  c  J  did  in  Heaven."  The  tender 
plant  is  now  safe  and  sheltered  from  all  the  storm 
of  this  life.  May  God  comfort  you  all  and  cause 
this  affliction  to  prove  in  the  end  a  precious 
blessing !     With  much  love  and  sympathy, 

Yours  truly, 

H.  C.  B. 


FAITH,   HOPE,    AND  LOVE.  167 


YE  MUCH-LOVED  LITTLE  ONES,  COME  ALL  TO  ME 

O  God!  support  my  faltering  grace! 
Still  keep  me  in  the  heavenly  race! 
With  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  to  trace 
The  shinings  of  my  Saviour's  face ! 

For  Thou  alone,  dear  Lord,  canst  keep 
Me  in  the  fold  of  Thy  dear  sheep! 
Alas,  so  easily  astray 
If  tempted  in  the  World's  Highway, 
As  truants  from  my  Lord  to  play! 

Keep  me!     Oh,  keep  me,  Blessed  Lord! 
Till,  in  the  freedom  of  Thy  Word, 
The  Prisoner  of  Hope,  I  be 
Secured  eternally  by  Thee; 
From  sin  and  death  forever  free, 
Inhabiting  Etkrmi  v! 

The  golden  picture  of  your  Heavenly  Home, 

Dear  child,  is  sweet,  wherever  you  may  roam! 

Happy  you  are,  if  in  life's  early  morning 

You  have  enjoyed,  through  Lovc'fl  Maternal  Warning, 

A  heavenly  shield  from  sin's  destructive  snares, 

By  virtue  of  your  Saviour's  loving  pra\ 

His  Cross,  His  Crown,  your  infinite   delight  ; 

The  sunset  glow,  your  cradle  hymn  at  night. 

Each  early  morning's  radiance,  how  bright! 


1 68  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

Each  evening's  constellations  clear  forewarning 
The  glories  of  the  Resurrection  Morning. 

For  in  God's  mercy,  even  so, 

Your  peaceful  nightly  slumbering  visions  show, 

By  watchful  radiant  trains  of  angels  round, 

Whose  songs  the  children  of  God's  love  are  keeping, 

How  precious  in  His  sight  your  lives  are  found, 

By  files  of  seraphs  guarding  you  while  sleeping. 

For  so,  "  He  giveth  His  beloved  sleep;" 
Who  day  by  day  His  blissful  precepts  keep, 
Till  they  in  Paradise  God's  harvests  reap; 
Where  grief  nor  fear  shall  evermore  be  known, 
But  full  redemption  from  the  world's  complaints; 
With  riches  of  the  heritage  of  saints, 
And  memories  of  such  wondrous  liberty, 
From  guilt  and  misery  forever  free! 

Ye  much-loved  little  ones,  come  all  to  me! 
For  I  your  endless  happiness  shall  be; 
In  every  world  you  shall  my  glory  see, 
And  know  the  bliss  of  grateful  love  to  me! 

O  God,  the  dying  sinner  see, 

And  guide  his  struggles  after  Thee! 

Give  him  with  supplicating  grace, 

Importunate,  to  seek  Thy  face; 

Say  to  his  passions,  "  Peace,  be  still!" 

And  at  Thine  all-controlling  will, 

The  ocean's  conflict  shall  subside, 

All  calm  and  peacefully  shall  glide  ; 

And  I,  the  storms  of  Life  outriding, 

In  God's  dear  grace  supreme  confiding, 

And  in  the  depths  of  Heaven  abiding. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  1 69 


WOULD  I  WERE  A  GOLDEN  HARP! 

Oh  that  I  were  a  golden  Harp! 

With  angel  souls  to  play  upon  me, 

To  tell  how  Christ's  dear  mercy  won  me, 

Once  from  His  Fold  so  far  astray, 

And  hurrying  swift  on  Hell's  Broad  Way. 

But  now,  how  blissful,  every  hour  ! 

Pour  forth,  God's  minstrels,  all  your  power, 

Where  melodies  of  souls  are  flinging, 

And  orbs  of  glory,  countless,  singing, 

Their  endless  flight  through  ages  winging, 

Through  all  Eternity  to  raise 

From  every  harp  the  Saviour's  praise  ! 

Celestial  prisms,  new-formed,  unfolding, 

Angels  gratefully  beholding, 

New-created  planets  rise, 

With  all  the  joys  of  Paradise. 

Sweetest  thoughts  in  loveliest  language, 
Colors  drawn  from  sunset  skies, 
Where  the  forked  lightning  flies; 
Always  blending,  never  ceasing  ; 
Comets  their  career  unrolling, 
And  God's  thunder-peals,  rebounding, 
Shake  the  whole  creation  round; 
Echoing  through  eternal  ages 
Volumes  infinite  of  sound. 

Keep  me,  O  keep  me,  King  of  kings! 
Beneath  Thine  own  Almighty  wings  ' 
Thy  Spirit  with  Thy  Word  impart, 
For  me  t<>  know  Thy  will  by  heart. 
Nor  ever  from  BQCh  Love  depart, 
Protected  in  Thy  holy  way. 


170  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

No  more  to  wander,  lost,  astray, 
Unmindful  of  the  Heaven  so  bright, 
But,  as  thine  angels,  robed  in  white, 
And  in  Thy  Presence  still  abiding, 
And  faithful  in  my  Saviour  hiding, 
To  walk  with  Jesus  in  the  Light. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  l/I 


CHAPTER   IX. 

Gavazzi  and  Gajani,  the  Italian  Patriots. 

r^  AVAZZI  was  a  noble  example  of  the  highest 
qualities  of  Christian  Patriotism.  Such  also 
was  the  young  Italian  Senator  Gajani,  so  distin- 
guished for  his  love  of  freedom,  his  hatred  of  the 
Papal  Despotism,  and  broad  and  conscientious  de- 
votion to  the  redemption  of  his  country  from  the 
yoke  of  Romanism.  Gavazzi  was  the  subject  of 
oppressive  cruelty,  but  he  seemed  to  have  never 
a  fear  of  his  enemies,  or  anxiety  for  himself  on 
account  of  their  exasperation  at  the  scathing 
power  and  persuasion  of  his  eloquence,  but  went 
on  with  a  compound  of  argument,  wit,  sarcasm, 
and  eloquent  denunciation,  in  support  of  the 
freedom  of  the  Gospel  and  the  justice,  duty, 
and  protective  power  of  a  free   Government,  as 

ordered  of  God,  for  the  education  ami  religious 
welfare  of  nations,  under  the  dominion  of  the 
Saviour  <>f  mankind. 

1U-    was    a    giant    in  mind,  and    in    stature    and 

strength,    resolution,   decision,    courage.     What 


172  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

Garibaldi  was  in  battle,  Gavazzi  was  in  the  fervor 
and  courageous  energy  of  religious  freedom  for 
his  country  and  the  world.  In  his  life  and  in 
Gajani's  adventures,  it  was  deeply  interesting  and 
instructive  to  observe  the  providence  of  God  in 
guiding  such  men  in  the  career  that  is  to  affect 
so  many  nations  and  such  vast  interests. 

A  visit  of  Mrs.  Cheever  to  the  grocer's  to  settle 
a  bill  or  to  order  some  article  for  the  household, 
and  the  name  of  Garibaldi  incidentally  mentioned 
in  her  presence,  resulted  in  the  providence  of  God 
in  the  rescue  of  an  entire  stranger,  the  Italian 
refugee  Gajani,  from  the  condition  of  peril  with 
which  he  was  surrounded.  Hearing  the  name  of 
Garibaldi  pronounced  by  the  grocer  as  interfering 
in  behalf  of  a  poor  Italian,  Mrs.  C.  inquired  who 
it  was,  and  how  it  happened.  Her  interest  was 
awakened,  and,  learning  the  address  of  the  Italian, 
she  consulted  with  her  dear  friend  Mrs.  Maxwell, 
the  mother  of  Mrs.  G.  Douglas  ;  and  then  they 
went  to  see  what  the  poor  young  Italian  needed. 

They  found  him  in  great  want,  and  in  a  bare, 
unfurnished  room,  destitute  of  the  means  of  a 
daily  existence,  and  no  possibility  of  employment. 
They  immediately,  on  learning  something  of  his 
history,  took  him  under  their  care  and  provided 
for  his  comfort,  making  his  apartment  comfort- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  1 73 

able,   and    then    interesting   numbers   of   our  ac- 
quaintances to  gain  friends  for  him. 

His  health  and  hopes  were  soon  in  the  way  of 
recovery,  and  from  that  period  he  was  successful 
in  his  efforts  for  his  country  and  his  native  home. 
His  life  and  letters  show  the  depth  of  his  gratitude 
and  the  faithful  and  successful  earnestness  of  his 
Christian  patriotism,  his  love  of  truth  and  free- 
dom in  his  work  for  his  beloved  Italy.  A  letter 
from  Prof.  Silliman  is  full  of  interest  as  a  testi- 
monial of  the  depth  of  regard  and  affection  Gajani 
had  gained  with  many  friends  during  his  residence 
in  our  country.  His  sweetness  of  disposition,  his 
freedom  from  vanity,  his  humility,  his  frankness, 
openness,  and  simplicity  of  character,  the  purity  of 
taste,  refinement,  scholarship,  and  childlike  trust 
and  piety,  with  his  quick  discernment  of  judg- 
ment and  opinion  in  regard  to  our  Government 
and  religion,  and  the  prospects  before  us,  with  the 
dangers  surrounding  us,  were  remarkable.  It  was 
a  great  privilege  to  have  been  permitted  to  aid 
and  animate  such  patriots  and  champions  of 
freedom. 

The  mention  of  Gavazzi  in  connection  with  Ga- 
jani recalls  a  multitude  of  reminiscences  showing 
some  of  the  great  perils  passed  through  safely  in 
our  own  country  by  these  self-denying  apostles  of 


174  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

liberty  in  Christ.  When  Gavazzi  a  second  time 
visited  New  York,  he  had  just  come  from  a  peril- 
ous conflict  against  Popery  in  Canada,  where  his 
infuriated  enemies,  the  papal  priests  and  subjects, 
had  endeavored  to  murder  him,  and  from  whom 
he  narrowly  escaped  with  his  life.  He  had  been 
preaching  against  the  errors  of  Romanism  with  his 
usual  valor  and  eloquence,  and  his  intended  mur- 
derers had  succeeded,  as  they  thought,  in  securing 
his  death  on  an  appointed  evening,  by  hauling 
him  out  of  the  pulpit  and  trampling  him  under 
their  feet  in  the  building  where  he  was  lecturing 
till  midnight.  But  with  heaven-born  strength,  he 
threw  his  adversaries  backward,  and,  the  lights 
being  put  out  in  the  struggle,  succeeded,  through 
the  darkness,  in  escaping  from  his  assailants 
and  reaching  New  York  in  safety.  The  ac- 
counts of  this  violence  and  of  Gavazzi's  visit 
and  escape  unharmed,  with  his  intention  to 
lecture  in  New  York,  produced  a  great  agitation 
and  excitement,  and  it  was  openly  affirmed  that, 
if  he  should  be  permitted  to  speak  against  Ro- 
manism in  New  York,  there  would  be  a  terribly 
ferocious  riot  and  the  streets  would  run  with 
blood. 

His  friends  and  the  friends  of   religious  liberty 
were  determined  that  he  should  be  heard  and  pro- 


FAITH,  HOPEr  AND  LOVE.  1/5 

tected.  At  a  meeting  of  many  distinguished 
gentlemen,  in  the  house  of  Mr.  C.  R.  Roberts,  it 
was  proposed  that  he  should  be  invited  to  speak 
in  one  of  the  public  halls  of  the  city,  and  that  such 
arrangements  should  be  made  for  his  security  by 
the  police  as  would  insure  peace  and  safety,  and 
command  perfect  freedom  in  the  proclamation  of 
religious  truth  against  Romanism.  A  sharp  dis- 
cussion ensued,  the  end  of  which  was,  in  the 
opinion  of  nearly  all  persons  present,  that,  in  the 
midst  of  the  tempest  of  rage  against  Gavazzi,  it 
would  be  the  height  of  madness  to  attempt  to 
give  him  freedom  of  speech  in  regard  to  Popery. 

The  discussion  was  maintained  to  a  late  hour 
in  the  evening,  until  one  of  the  members  present 
friendly  to  Gavazzi,  perceiving  it  impossible  to  ob- 
tain a  vote  on  his  behalf,  declared  that,  if  the 
gentlemen  gathered  there  would  not  consent  to 
support  Gavazzi  in  the  freedom  of  a  lecture  by 
giving  him  their  names  for  protection,  a  propo- 
sition should  at  least  be  drawn  up  and  signed 
requesting  him  to  lecture,  and  asking  the  pro- 
tection of  the  police  to  preserve  him  and  his 
audience    from    assault    and    riot.      This    measure, 

which  would  have  been  a  perfect  security  for  the 
ction  of  Gavazzi,  was  refused  almost  unani- 
mously; when  one  of  the  friends  »'t  the  eloquent 


!76  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

and  fearless  Italian,  finding  it  in  vain  to  argue  the 
matter  any  longer,  declared  that,  inasmuch  as  the 
assembled  multitude  that  evening  would  not  lend 
the  weight  of  their  approbation  in  an  invitation 
for  him  to  speak  as  freely  in  the  United  States  as 
in  Canada,  he  *  should  esteem  it  as  his  duty,  the 
first  thing  in  the  morning,  to  write  out  an  invita- 
tion and  appointment  for  his  lecture,  as  proposed, 
and  to  get  it  signed  by  such  a  number  of  prom- 
inent men  as  he  was  sure  could  be  obtained, 
along  with  a  demand  for  the  force  and  protection 
of  a  sufficient  police  guard  to  keep  off  all  danger 
of  riot  or  interruption.  There  was,  he  knew,  a 
sufficient  number  of  eminent  citizens  to  set  their 
names  to  such  a  call  upon  Gavazzi  as  would  give 
him  a  complete*  victory,  and  preserve  the  city 
from  the  shame  of  bowing  down  to  the  threats  of 
Roman  Catholic  rioters.  With  that  declaration, 
the  speaker  left  the  assembly.  Just  as  he  was 
going  out,  one  of  the  dissenting  gentlemen  de- 
clared with  great  earnestness,  °  If  you  take  this 
step  and  succeed  in  your  object,  you  will  most 
assuredly  make  the  streets  of  the  city  run  with 
blood,  and  we  will  charge  the  mischief  all  upon 
you."  "I  am  perfectly  willing  to  take  the  re- 
sponsibility," was  the   answer  ;    and  with    that   he 

went  home  and  prepared  a  document,  with  which 
*  Dr.  Cheever. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  ijy 

early  the  next  morning  he  went  down  into  the 
city,  and  presented  it,  first  of  all,  for  signature, 
to  President  S.  F.  B.  Morse,  who  instantly  put 
down  his  name  ;  after  which  there  was  little  diffi- 
culty in  getting  the  signatures  of  a  large  number 
of  eminent  citizens,  such  as  Horace  Holden,  Cur- 
tis Noyes,  John  Jay,  Edgar  Ketchum,  Horace 
Greeley,  R.  H.  McCurdy,  George  Win.  Curtis, 
Wm.  Allan  Butler,  Simeon  Draper,  Henry  Ward 
Beecher,  Joseph  Hoxie,  George  Douglas,  and 
many  others,  calling  on  the  police  of  the  city  to 
protect  the  intended  speaker  in  his  defence  of 
liberty  of  speech  against  Romanism. 

The  consequence  was  a  wide  publication  of  the 
notice  and  appointment  of  the  lecture  in  Tripler 
Hall,  with  the  assurance  of  perfect  freedom  of 
speech  guaranteed  to  the  speaker,  and  a  gift  of  one 
thousand  dollars  provided  for  him,  with  the  pre- 
sentation of  a  large  Bible  to  be  given  at  the  close 
of  his  lecture.  A  wide  and  fervent  interest  was 
aroused,  and  the  meeting  was  one  of  the  most 
successful  demonstrations  for  the  freedom  of 
speech  ever  made  in  the  city.  Gavazzi's  subject 
was  in  part  the  horrors  of  the  Roman  Catholic 
Inquisition;  and  his  power  of  demonstration  by 
md  eloquencewas  >«>  impressive,  that 
an    eminent    surgeon   who    was    present    declared 


1 78  MEM(  )RL  XL  OFFERINGS. 

that  he  found  himself  searching  for  his  instru- 
ments to  help  the  lecturer  in  the  midst  of  his 
tremendous  act  of  re  -  presenting  the  bodily 
tortures  endured  by  the  victims  of  Roman 
Catholic  cruelty.  He  feared  the  speaker  himself 
would  have  fainted  under  the  misery  of  his  own 
tortures. 

At  the  close  of  the  service,  the  Bible  was  pre- 
sented to  Gavazzi  by  his  friends,  with  a  testi- 
monial of  their  admiration  of  his  fearless  elo- 
quence, by  Rev.  Dr.  Cox.  The  event  was  a 
triumph.  But  the  very  next  night  Tripler  Hall 
was  burned  to  the  ground  by  the  Romanists; — 
an  event  which  only  helped  to  show  how  deter- 
mined was  the  enmity  aroused  against  the  elo- 
quence of  the  Italian  Patriot. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  I 79 


CHAPTER   X. 

A  Survey  of  our  National  and  Individual  Responsibil- 
ities, as  a  People  of  Voters,  and  therefore  Legisla- 
tors, accountable  entirely  to  God  and  his  Government 

as  revealed  in  his  Word.  —  The  Obligations  of  Voters 
under  the  united  states  government,  responsible  to 
God  for  themselves  and  for  their  Children. 

A  T  the  period  of  1847  and  1848,  the  era  of  the 
-^*-  great  revolution  in  Italy,  when  the  Pope  was 
compelled  for  a  season  to  quit  his  Papal  throne 
and  the  Palace  of  the  Vatican,  and  to  fly  from 
Rome  itself,  so  long  the  undisputed  centre  of  the 
Papal  Government,  a  deep  and  exciting  interest 
prevailed  in  our  country  as  to  what  might  be  the 
result  in  regard  to  Romanism.  Would  the  Revo 
lution  be  established  by  the  freedom  of  Italy  from 
the  Papal  Despotism?  Put  the  efforts  of  the 
Jesuits,  the  Roman  Catholics,  and  the  infidel 
Socialists  against  the  Sabbath,  the  Bible,  and  tlu 
religious  education  of  our  children  were  uninU  r 
rupted.     My  char  wife  was  profoundly  interested 

in  reading  at  this  time  the  powerful  work  of  I   1: 

Sue,  entitled  "The  Wandering  Jew."  .1-  also  tin- 


l8o  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

remarkable  volume  by  Fleming,  written  near  two 
centuries  ago  in  England,  and  predicting  some  of 
the  judgments  to  be  inflicted  upon  the  kingdom 
of  the  Pope  previous  to  his  downfall.  The  events 
of  1848  were  outlined  in  that  volume  with  a  dis- 
tinctness that  could  have  been  justified  or  made 
possible  only  by  the  guidance  of  the  Holy  Spirit 
in  pursuing  the  study  of  the  Apocalypse. 

For  centuries  the  temporal  despotism  of  the 
Pope  had  not  received  so  staggering  a  blow;  and 
it  really  seemed  as  though  the  last  of  the  vials  of 
wrath  against  his  blasphemy  had  begun  to  be 
poured  out  upon  the  centre  of  his  empire.  It  was 
about  the  same  period  that  Gavazzi's  eloquent 
lectures  in  this  country  produced  so  deep  an  im- 
pression. But  at  the  present  moment  the  Jubilee 
honors  bestowed  upon  the  infallible  Pope  by  so 
many  potentates  and  worshippers  in  Europe, 
assisted  by  the  President  of  the  United  States, 
have  roused  new  hopes  of  a  renewal  of  the  ecclesi- 
astical darkness  and  tyranny  of  the  ages  preceding 
the  Reformation.  Our  diary  of  passing  events 
says : — 

"  And  now  to  think  of  the  delirium,  the  ineffable  mad- 
ness, that  is  being  taught  even  by  some  ministers  of  the 
gospel,  against  the  use  of  the  Bible,  the  only  fountain  of 
divine  and  truly  educating  truth,  in  our  common  schools  ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  181 

"  May  God  in  infinite  mercy  not  only  give  us  right  men 
to  guide  our  present  counsels,  but  wisdom  to  govern  us 
by  his  Word  from  generation  to  generation ;  for  such  is 
the  responsibility  laid  by  God  upon  us.  And  what  can 
be  more  necessary,  what  more  legitimate,  than  the  law 
of  such  responsibility,  made  absolute  and  plain  before- 
hand for  every  generation?" 

In  truth,  the  sixteen  years  of  our  national  his- 
tory, from  1844  to  i860,  including  our  political  and 
legislative  existence,  and  the  trial  of  our  principles 
as  by  fire,  were  in  some  respects  the  most  im- 
portant period  of  the  whole  century. 

It  was  during  this  period  that  the  foray  under 
the  auspices  of  Governor  Seward,  sanctioning  the 
demands  of  Archbishop  Hughes  for  the  dena- 
tionalizing of  our  public-school  system  of  instruc- 
tion for  the  children,  cauterizing  the  school-books 
then  and  from  time  immemorial  in  use,  and  de- 
phlogisticating  them  of  all  religious  instruction, 
was  successfully  introduced.  The  doctrine  of  a 
higher  law  than  God's  law  was  sanctioned  for  the 
guidance  of  our  Government;  the  fugitive-slave 
law,  In  direct  and  opm  disobedience  to  God,  was 

put  into  our  national  statute-books;  the  law  ol  the 
Supreme  Judicial  Court  making  human  slavery  a 
just  and  rightful  traffic  was  enacted;  -  and  in  all 
these  ways  the  tone  of  public  spirit,  religion,  love 


1 82  Mli  MO  RIAL    OFFERINGS. 

of  liberty,  and  faithfulness  to  our  constitutional 
rights,  privileges,  and  covenants  with  God  and 
man,  were  assailed,  undermined,  and  weakened. 
Even  our  conflicts  did  not  purify  us.  But  we  had 
not  reached  the  culminating  dishonor  and  irre- 
ligious sacrilege  of  the  century. 

The  years  when  the  patriots  of  Italy  and  Europe 
—  Gavazzi,  Gajani,  Garibaldi,  and  Kossuth  —  were 
among  us,  were  years  of  declining  patriotism  and 
of  partisan  scheming  in  submission  to  slavery, 
under  the  fear  of  national  disunion.  It  is  question- 
able if  we  ever  can  recover  from  the  injuries  of 
those  years  of  political  irreligion  and  treachery; 
for  it  was  a  work  of  constitutional  disintegration 
and  misgovernment,  instead  of  humanity  and  mercy 
to  mankind.  In  the  midst  of  such  an  alliance  of 
slavery  and  irreligion  in  principle  and  practice, 
we  could  have  accomplished  nothing,  except,  in 
obedience  to  God,  we  had  employed  the  Sabbath 
for  the  application  of  his  Word  against  all  known 
sins,  but  especially  this  guilt  of  man-stealing,  cleav- 
ing as  an  inherited  leprosy  of  the  soul  to  the  whole 
nation,  and  yet  regarded  as  its  indissoluble  and  in- 
violable heirloom. 

So,  therefore,  our  church  campaign  was  opened, 
and  was  continued  throughout,  with  the  Sabbath 
as  our  fortress  and  the  utmost  freedom  of  God's 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  1 83 

Word  on  that  day  in  every  direction  and  to  all 
classes  of  men,  whether  in  the  Church  or  out  of  it; 
for  these  were  the  only  opportunities  and  possibil- 
ities by  which  we  could  have  reached  the  con- 
science of  the  people,  or  roused  a  purpose  in  the 
nation,  constraining  our  Government  to  obey  God. 
At  this  present  juncture  in  the  world's  progress, 
if  laws  are  passed  by  any  professedly  Christian 
people,  educating  one  generation  in  ignorance  of 
God's  law  and  in  disregard  of  the  conditions  of 
salvation  for  the  soul,  this  work  of  the  elimination 
of  all  righteous  principle  by  the  darkening  and  im- 
prisonment of  the  youthful  conscience,  in  defiance 
of  God's  most  express  warnings  and  commands, 
must  inevitably  result  in  the  national  ruin.  In  a 
single  generation  the  work  may  be  accomplished, 
as  surely  as  another  generation  is  instructed  to  fol- 
low in  the  same  train.  Actum  est  de  Republic  a  ! 
Pcriisti  !  It  is  all  over  with  you  !  God's  warnings 
are  to  the  third  and  fourth  generations  of  men  to 
whom  the  knowledge  of  his  law  has  come;  and 
yet  for  three  generations  its  commandments  have 
been  violated,  from  parents  to  children.  I 
back   over,  the   three   periods   of  growth    in  our 

country:     in    1S30,   the   destruction   of  the    Indians 

begun,  and  the  violation  *>i  all  our  treaties  with 
them;    in    i860,    the    completed    proscription    ^\ 


1 84  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

four    millions    of  slaves;    in   1880,  the    attempted 
destruction  of  a  Christian  education. 

The  growths  of  nations  and  their  fixtures,  good 
or  bad,  are  by  generations  of  thirty  years  to  a 
decisive  period.  The  destruction  of  nations  is  in 
consequence  of  the  violation  of  God's  Word  and 
the  resulting  habits  of  irreligion,  atheism,  and  un- 
belief. And  one  generation,  with  the  heritage  of 
such  examples  and  habits,  may  secure  the  execu- 
tion of  the  penalty.  And  as  surely  as  God  has 
said,  "ALL  SOULS  ARE  MINE,"  and,  "The  nation 
and  kingdom  that  will  not  obey  my  Word  shall 
perish;  "  so  surely  will  God  judge  legislators  and 
nations,  not  merely  as  perishable  bodies,  but  as 
responsible  for  immortality  and  eternity. 

The  Culminating  Dishonor  of  the  Century. 

"Shall  the  throne  of  iniquity  have  fellowship 
with  thee,  which  frameth  mischief  by  a  law  ? " 
The  insult  of  such  despotism  is  doubly  against 
God  and  his  Word,  with  his  universal  law  in  it, 
requiring  that  Word  to  be  preached  and  taught 
freely  in  all  languages  to  all  nations.  And  the  for- 
biddancc  of  such  teachings  is  the  latest  form  of 
such  insult  against  God  and  cruelty  towards  man, 
as  practised  and  commanded  by  the  United  States 
Government  against  the   helpless  remnant  of  In- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  185 

dians  still  surviving !  It  is  the  crown  of  our  cen- 
tennial, republican,  and  self-glorifying  grandeur, 
containing  in  its  bosom  an  atheistic  sacrifice  of 
the  more  than  fifty  years  of  missionary  labor,  just 
beginning  to  be  so  successful  in  the  Christian 
training  of  aboriginal  tribes,  now  forbidden  to  read 
the  Word  of  God  in  the  same  language  in  which 
they  were  born  !  Forbidden  by  a  government  and 
people  that  have  continued  for  a  hundred  years  to 
violate  the  treaties  sworn  to  be  observed  for  the 
protection  of  the  aboriginal  possessors  of  lands 
and  homesteads  within  the  United  States,  and  for 
their  preservation  in  all  the  rights  of  life,  liberty, 
and  the  pursuit  of  happiness,  guaranteed  to  all 
men  in  our  Declaration  of  Independence. 

The  Responsibilities  of  Natio}is  by  their  Generations. 

Each  generation  on  earth  is  responsible  for  the 
character  of  the  next,  —  a  principle  of  righteous- 
ness that  cannot  be  denied  or  disregarded.  For 
it  is  not  a  matter  of  mere  individual  sin  :  it  is  what 
we  ourselves  will  do  with  the  power  put  into  our 
hands  to  make  others  sin,  —  what  we  will  do  to 
future  generations,  who  will  assuredly  be  guilty  or 
innocent  in  this  one  mighty  domain  of  human  in- 
famy and  tran  >n,  taught  by  precept  and  ex- 
ample just  as  we  may  decide. 


1 86  MEMORIAL  OFFERINGS. 

It  is  we  who  are  now  the  lawgivers,  who  write 
gricvousness  which  we  may  prescribe  as  physi- 
cians of  the  Evil  One  to  settle  the  principles  and 
habits  of  our  constitution,  commissioned  to  inocu- 
late a  whole  kingdom  with  the  plague,  —  we  who 
undertake  to  turn  aside  the  poor  from  his  right, — 
we  who  declare  in  the  presence  of  Almighty  God 
that  not  His  righteousness  but  our  own  injustice 
shall  preside  over  the  affairs  of  the  nation;  that 
not  humanity  and  freedom,  but  inhumanity  and 
oppression,  shall  characterize  our  laws,  our  morals, 
our  religion. 

How  instructive  are  the  scientific  warnings  in 
Nature,  from  experience  of  the  consequences  of  a 
waste  of  timbered  lands  not  renewed  by  planting ! 
Whole  mountain  ranges  denuded,  and  desert,  un- 
inhabitable plains  inherited  as  the  result.  Even 
so,  cutting  away  from  one  generation  the  timber  of 
God,  the  forests  that  have  grown  up  with  their 
roots  in  his  Word  and  in  faith,  not  only  neglect- 
ing to  set  new  trees  in  the  same  soil,  but  forbidding 
such  a  process,  on  the  plea  of  a  liberal  conscience 
against  a  divine  revelation,  whole  nations  will  be 
morally  and  intellectually  desolated.  The  wise  and 
prudent  shall  perish;  and  none  shall  be  left  for 
rulers  but  fools,  or  mad  Nebuchadnezzars,  who 
must  be  turned  out  to  feed  upon  their  own  grasses, 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  187 

in  order  to  learn  that  they  have  made  themselves 
brutes. 

All  the  sciences  on  earth  will  not  supply  the 
want  of  an  education  and  vital  growth  and  dis- 
cipline in  God's  Word.  We  might  as  well  attempt 
to  timber  our  naked  mountains  by  wood-ashes  on 
our  garden-plants,  or  guano  on  our  hot-house 
flowers.  How  long  can  men  such  as  Hooker  and 
Howe,  Cudworth  and  Castell,  Walton  and  Light- 
foot,  Milton,  Newton,  and  Sir  William  Jones,  Leigh- 
ton  and  Luther,  Knox  and  Cromwell,  Bunyan  and 
Baxter,  continue  as  a  "  survival  of  the  fittest," 
when  the  deep  soil  itself  is  abraded  by  a  profound 
and  perpetually  active  unbelief;  when  the  plant- 
ing of  the  soil  for  Heaven,  and  the  seed  for  it,  are 
both  forbidden  by  law  ?  What  wondrous  oppor- 
tunities of  victory  in  these  conflicts  God  hath  put 
in  our  power,  and  grace  to  use  them  if  we  would 
obey  Him,  as  the  greatest  of  our  blessings  and 
privileges ! 

For  perhaps  there  is  not  another  world  in  God's 
universe  where  this  central  battle  is  going  on,  or 
being  fought  out  for  God  by  sinful  beings  once  in 
rebellion  against  Him  ;  and  perhaps  no  world  where 
so  much  may  be  done  by  little  creatures  and  small 

means,  for  His  glory  and  the  good  of  intell 

souls,  on  ^<>  infinite  a  scale,  with  demonstration  of 


188  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

infinite  consequences.  And  yet  regenerated  per- 
sons, in  the  image  of  Christ,  with  the  love  of 
Christ  as  their  motive,  and  the  truth  as  it  is  in 
Jesus  their  weapon  and  their  capital,  may  become 
the  greatest  and  most  powerful  of  all  the  actors 
employed  by  him  with  the  greatest  means  ever 
possible  in  any  world !  Take  the  case  of  the 
Apostle  Paul :  "  Unto  me,  who  am  less  than  the 
least  of  all  saints,  is  this  grace  given,  that  I  should 
preach  among  the  Gentiles  the  unsearchable  riches 
of  Christ." 

Where  Could  even  angels  have  made  a  more  thrill- 
ing, animating  sacrifice  than  the  poor  widow  with  her 
two  mites,  her  whole  living  ?  Oh,  how  little  sense 
or  adequate  conception  we  have  of  the  part  we  are 
all  playing,  even  by  merely  existing  in  a  world  like 
this,  merely  passing  through  it  wortJiily  to  another ! 
The  manner  of  the  passage  tells  for  ETERNITY ; 
and  this  being  the  case,  even  Paul  the  Preacher  had 
to  exclaim,  "Who  is  sufficient  for  these  things  ?" 

But  any  common  philosopher,  even  of  secular- 
ism, would  be  sufficient,  if  there  were  no  eternal 
consequences,  no  absolute  immortality,  the  respon- 
sibility of  which  every  soul  must  bear. 

Now,  we  affirm  that  no  greater  outrage  against 
God's  government  can  be  committed,  none  more 
blasphemous  against    his  law  of  love,   none  more 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  189 

malignantly  rebellious  against  his  grace,  his  mercy 
to  mankind,  than  that  of  a  people,  professing 
their  dependence  upon  God  for  all  the  blessings  of 
life,  liberty,  and  the  pursuit  of  happiness,  daring, 
by  their  own  laws,  to  put  the  children  of  the 
Commonwealth  under  attainder  of  proscription  on 
account  of  color  and  race;  depriving  them  of  the 
right  secured  by  God's  command  to  the  whole 
human  family,  in  all  its  tribes  and  territories, —  the 
right  of  being  instructed  in  the  gospel  of  Christ,  as 
it  is  to  be  freely  read  and  learned  in  their  mother 
tongue. 

The  Respofisibilities  of  Law. 

The  disregarded  statutes,  the  violation  of  which 
wrought  at  length  the  earthquakes  and  volcanoes 
of  Divine  wrath  in  Judea  and  in  Babylon,  had  en- 
closed in  their  bosom,  on  condition  of  faith  and 
obedience,  the  assurance  of  a  stupendous  miracle, 
to  be  continued,  with  its  appointed  calendar  of 
seasons,  as  sure  as  the  journey  of  the  sun,  from 
generation  to  generation,  in  the  sight  and  knowl- 

of   the    whole    heathen    world  ;     so    that    the 
of  the   annual,  septennial,  ami   semi-centen- 
nial anniversaries  of  the  people  of  God's  govern- 
ment and  covenant  would  have  been  as  th< 

his    almanacs    of   d.iy     ami     night,    -red  tune    ami 


190  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

harvest,  summer  and  winter,  as  visible  and  to  be 
reckoned  from  for  guidance,  as  the  revolutions  of 
the  planets  for  the  happiness  of  the  world. 

For  these  very  laws,  and  the  festival  celebrations 
connected  with  them,  were  published  and  known, 
not  only  among  the  Jews,  but  through  them  among 
the  idolatrous  nations.  And  the  retributive  pun- 
ishments inflicted  by  the  Divine  Lawgiver  upon  the 
kingdom  and  people  of  Israel  for  violating  those 
statutes,  and  for  teaching  such  violation  to  their 
children,  were  just  as  plainly  foretold  and  fore- 
known, as  the  statutes  themselves. 

God  refers  to  this  fact  as  being  an  exasperation 
of  the  guilt  of  the  Hebrews  in  setting  such  an  ex- 
ample of  wickedness  to  the  surrounding  nations. 
For  this  crime  the  retribution  was  predicted,  and 
afterwards  realized  and  described  in  the  most 
terrific  imagery  and  language,  in  Deuteronomy, 
Isaiah,  Jeremiah,  and  the  Minor  Prophets. 

"Wherefore  I  will  yet  plead  with  you,  saith  the 
Lord,  and  with  your  children's  children  will  I  plead. 
Hath  any  nation  changed  their  gods,  which  yet  are 
no  gods?  But  my  people  have  changed  their  glory 
for  that  which  doth  not  profit.  Be  astonished,  O  ye 
heavens,  at  this,  and  be  horribly  afraid,  be  ye  very 
desolate,  saith  the  Lord.  For  pass  over  the  Isles 
of  Chittim,   and  sec;   and  send  unto  Kedar,  and 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  I91 

consider  diligently,  and  see  if  there  be  such  a  thing. 
For  all  people  will  walk  in  the  name  of  their  God. 
But  my  people  have  sacrificed  to  devils,  and  not 
to  God.  They  have  moved  me  to  jealousy  with 
that  which  is  not  God,  and  a  fire  is  kindled  in  mine 
anger  that  shall  burn  to  the  lowest  hell.  Their  wine 
is  the  poison  of  dragons,  and  the  cruel  venom  of 
asps." 

Just  so  far  as  the  Hebrew  rulers  were  faithful 
to  it,  their  nation  was  prosperous.  Just  so  far 
as  their  kings  and  the  people  disobeyed  it,  they 
were  in  captivity  to  the  idolatries  and  crimes  of 
the  whole  heathen  world,  till  they  became  the  off- 
scouring  of  all  nations,  and  a  proverb  of  the  retrib- 
utive vengeance  of  the  Almighty.  Will  not  such 
judgments  be  visited  upon  all  the  nations  of  the 
modern  age,  that  expel  from  the  education  of 
the  rising  generations  the  belief  and  knowledge 
of  the  Divine   Law  and  Gospel? 

We  arc  the  only  nation,  the  only  government 
and    people    under    heaven,    professing   a   debt    of 

gratitude  to  God  and  a  belief  in  a  divine  revelation 
that  ever  have  been  found  bold  enough  to  deny 
tin-  supreme  authority  of  ( rod's  Law  over  their  on  n 
governments,  and  to  banish  tin-  teaching  of  his 
\\«>r«l,  .nxl  of  tli.-  Gospel  of  his  Son  our  Saviour 
from  the  public  education  of  their  children 


192  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

The  Mohammedans  keep  the  Koran ;  the  Chi- 
nese, the  Africans,  the  Hindus,  their  sacred  books 
and  fetiches ;  the  Old  Ammonites  and  Philistines 
kept  their  Dagons ;  even  the  Thugs  their  saints, 
and  the  Greeks  and  Romans  their  thirty  thousand 
deities  and  oracles  and  altars  of  sacrificial  victims. 
But  we,  with  the  gospel  of  Christ  in  our  possession, 
expel  both  the  Word  of  our  God  and  the  knowl- 
edge of  our  Saviour  from  our  public  schools,  and 
forbid  its  being  preached  in  a  language  that  can  be 
understood  from  infancy.  We  forbid  its  use  among 
the  poor  remnants  of  the  Indian  tribes,  once  so  nu- 
merous, from  whom  we  have  stolen  all  their  lands 
and  rights  by  broken  treaties  ;  and  now  we  are  com- 
pelling them  to  receive  all  their  knowledge  of  the 
true  God  and  Redeemer  from  a  foreign  priest  and 
legislator,  who  proclaims  from  his  throne  in  Italy 
the  divine  attribute  of  infallibility,  and  the  power 
of  forgiving  the  sins  of  all  mankind,  on  condition  of 
a  sum  of  money  paid  into  the  Pope's  treasury;  thus 
binding  in  an  unbreakable  despotism  every  man's 
conscience  to  the  Papal  Priesthood  instead  of  God, 
under  penalty,  if  disobedient,  of  excommunication 
from  the  Kingdom  of  Heaven.  And  this  system- 
atized blasphemy,  which  prevents  the  possibility  of 
any  man  that  believes  in  it  being  a  Christian,  we 
commit  to  the  care  of  a  Roman  Catholic  commis- 


FAITH,  HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  1 93 

sioner  of  our  missionary  Indian  schools,  forbidding 
the  children  from  ever  being  taught  in  their  own 
tongue  the  wonderful  works  of  God  and  the  saving 
knowledge  of  Christ  in  the  gospel. 

What  may  prove  to  be  an  unpardonable  Sin  against 
the  Gospel  of  the  Grace  of  God. 

We  have  said,  "No  greater  outrage  against 
God's  government."  Yet,  as  it  were,  in  preparation 
for  this,  we  have  been  all  the  while  poisoning  and 
inflaming  the  poor  remnants  of  the  Indian  tribes 
by  the  introduction  and  established  use  of  ardent 
spirits,  forced  upon  the  very  same  persons  from 
whom  we  have  been  withholding  the  Word  of  God  ! 
What  is  the  licensing  of  crime  by  a  State  govern- 
ment for  the  sake  of  a  national  revenue?  What 
else  but  a  blasphemy  against  the  authority  of  God, 
a  defiance  of  his  laws  and   kingdom? 

These  crimes  must  be  looked  into,  and  their  con- 
sequences considered,  now  that  the  conscience  of 
every  human  being  is  appealed  to  for  a  vote  in 
favor  of  licensing  perp et '/tally  the  work  of  making 
drunkards  for  the  whole  community. 

This  is  the  Bill  now  demanding  the  sanction  of 

our  National  <'^w  md  our  State  legislatures. 

Whatever  shape  it  may  take,  it  is  the  result  of  a 

continued,  wide,  and  minute  examination  of 


*94  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

the  evidence  of  the  dreadful  nature  of  any  author- 
ization of  the  traffic  in  ardent  spirits.  The  expenses 
and  the  miseries,  the  profits  and  the  power,  of  such 
authorization  have  been  so  clearly,  and  with  such 
fire  of  demonstration,  shown  in  every  part  of  our 
country,  that,  in  view  of  the  increase  of  intelligence 
and  experience  among  us,  it  is  almost  incompre- 
hensible how  any  attempt  can  be  made  to  continue 
in  any  form  a  permission  of  the  manufacture  and 
sale  of  the  means  and  agencies  of  drunkenness, 
and  therefore  of  all  the  crimes  and  distresses  in- 
evitable in  consequence  of  such  permission. 

Freedom  by  law,  for  the  destruction  of  souls  by 
rum  !  Prevention  and  restraint  by  law,  from  the 
work  (as  if  it  were  a  crime)  of  attempting  the  sav- 
ing of  men's  souls  by  their  instruction  in  the  gos- 
pel from  childhood  !  The  freedom  and  privilege 
of  religious  truth  to  be  taught  in  our  public 
schools  is  condemned  by  law,  as  being  irreligious, 
unconstitutional,  and  subversive  of  the  freedom 
of  conscience  ! 

If  in  the  history  of  mankind  two  greater  crimes 
against  God  and  man  can  be  named  than  these,  let 
them  be  specified,  and  a  retribution  worthy  of 
them  demanded  by  the  people  upon  whom  they 
have  been  imposed,  as  if  they  were  public  stocks 
secured  by  governmental  bond  and  mortgage. 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  195 

Now,  the  Gospel  of  Christ  for  the  salvation  of  all 
mankind  that  would  receive  it,  and  would  believe 
in  Him  according  to  his  invitation,  was  the  mercy 
intended  by  God  in  the  whole  Old  Testament  Rev- 
elation ;  the  whole  law  of  God,  and  its  promises 
and  predictions  being  but  the  divine  schoolmaster, 
to  bring  men  to  Christ.  And  if  defiance  and  diso- 
bedience of  the  schoolmaster  and  the  school-laws 
by  a  whole  nation  before  Christ  came,  would  be 
visited  with  such  terrific  destruction,  "  of  how  much 
sorer  punishment  suppose  ye  shall  they  be  thought 
worthy,  who  have  trodden  under  foot  the  Son  of 
God  himself,  crucifying  him  afresh,  and  putting 
him  to  an  open  shame  !  " 

If  there  ever  could  be  on  earth  such  crucifixion 
and  shame  since  the  history  of  Christ's  known 
death  and  resurrection,  the  climax  of  it  must  be  in 
the  defiance  and  contempt  by  the  Government  of  a 
so-called  Christian  people,  excluding  the  teachings 
of  his  gospel,  and  the  very  mention  of  his  name, 
and  all  knowledge  of  his  existence  from  the  common 
school,  and  from  the  language  and  education  of 
the  poor  and  oppressed.  It  must  be  found  in 
the  banishment,  by  Government  and  people,  of  the 
whole  Bible,  and  all  its  teachings  concerning  the 
Saviour  of  mankind,  and  all   mention   of  the   name 

and  authority  <<\  (  iod,  from  the  Constitution  and  it- 


196  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

legislation.  And  so  it  is  perfected  by  the  forbid- 
ding of  prayer,  and  all  religious  lessons,  and  all 
Christian  training  from  being  imparted  to  the  little 
children,  concerning  the  treatment  of  whom  the 
very  earliest  law  of  man's  being  was  given  by  Christ 
in  these  words :  "  Suffer  the  little  children,  and 
forbid  them  not,  to  come  unto  me,  for  of  such  is 
the  kingdom  of  heaven."  If  the  Government  and 
people  of  only  one  nation  fulfilled  this  most  blessed 
command  in  all  its  meaning,  the  whole  world  might 
speedily  behold  on  earth  the  long-predicted  uni- 
versal kingdom  of  heaven. 

The  right  of  religious  ignorance  and  unbelief  is 
defended  as  a  right  of  conscience,  which  the  Gov- 
ernment cannot  interfere  with,  by  permitting  reli- 
gious instruction  in  the  schools.  The  Government 
(it  is  affirmed)  is  bound  to  maintain  for  the  people 
in  the  education  of  their  children  an  insurance 
against  the  introduction  of  the  Bible.  The  public- 
school  education  must  exclude,  by  governmental 
authority,  the  knowledge  of  the  Bible  and  its  re- 
ligion. But  the  same  Government  claims  and 
exercises  authority  to  exclude  the  Bible,  and  all 
knowledge  of  its  teachings,  as  being  an  oppres- 
sion of  the  conscience  of  the  unbeliever.  The 
duty  of  maintaining  a  discipline  of  unbelief  and 
irreligion  is  thus  assumed  as  essentially  the  obli- 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  197 

gation  and  right  of  the  Government,  and  its  right 
over  and  against  the  conscience  of  the  Chris- 
tian. The  common  school  must  take  the  chil- 
dren, and  bring  them  up  in  freedom  to  choose 
for  themselves  what  religion  they  please,  if  they 
ever  come  to  the  knowledge  of  any.  Nine  tenths 
of  the  children  in  the  United  States  get  their 
only  education  in  the  common  schools,  where 
by  the  edict  of  the  Government  forbidding  the 
Bible  and  prayer  and  all  instruction  in  regard  to 
Christ  as  their  only  Saviour,  they  necessarily  be- 
come infidels. 

The  citizens  of  Gadara  were  never  more  insanely 
prepossessed  against  the  presence  of  Christ,  than  the 
Romanists  and  modern  Secularists  are  against  the 
light  of  his  religion.  If  the  Gospels  were  a  mad 
dog,  their  educators  could  not  be  more  jealous  of 
hydrophobia,  nor  more  anxious  to  shoot  or  muzzle 
the  dogs  in  the  street,  than  they  are  to  exclude  the 
Bible  and  its  teachings  from  the  children  in  our 
schools. 

If  God's  law  is  supreme  for  one  human  being,  it 
is  for  all.  If  for  individuals,  tlnn  also  and  equally 
for  communities  and  legislators.  It  is  impossible 
that  there  should  !><•  one  law  for  every  soul,  through 
a  conscience  acting  in  all  thoughts  ami  things  toward 
God,  and  obedient  t<>  him,  and  another  law,  or  no 


1 9**  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

law  at  all,  for  the  Government,  chosen  by  a  com- 
munity of  souls,  and  governing  not  by  the  will  of 
God,  but  by  their  own  will  and  by  the  majority  of 
votes.  If  God  is  not  to  govern,  guide,  and  control 
the  Government,  then  the  people  who  appoint  the 
Government  by  their  votes  do  really  control  God  ; 
and  thus  the  usurpation  of  God's  authority  be- 
comes a  despotism  under  the  vices  and  voices 
of  the  multitude.  To  what  other  result  can  the 
rejection  of  the  Bible  lead? 

In  one  of  the  great  picture-galleries  at  Windsor 
Castle  are  several  precious  caskets,  preserved  with 
great  care.     The  Queen  entered   one   day  with   a 
small  book  in    her  hand,  and  asked  the  keeper  of 
these  treasures  which  was  the  most  rare  and  valu- 
able of  them   all.     He  showed   her  one   made   of 
pure  rock  crystal,  ornamented  with  gold   and   en- 
amel.    In  this    casket  the  Queen   placed  a    small 
book,  —  General  Gordon's  pocket-Bible,  annotated 
and   marked   by   his  own   hand ;   and  in   this   pre- 
cious casket  will  remain  this  most  precious   relic 
of  one  of    England's    greatest    heroes.      Suppose 
the  Queen  should   now   supplement   tin's   with   an 
encyclical   letter   from  the  Pope,  as  the  law-book 
for  her  own  subjects,  forbidding  them   from   ever 
teaching   their    children    the    Bible    in    their   own 
tongue ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  199 

If  God  inhabiteth  Eternity,  so  do  his  laws  and 
judgments  attend  upon  his  attributes,  from  ever- 
lasting to  everlasting. 

Now,  these  Gospels  were  to  be  made  up  for  the 
use  of  all  ages,  to  supply  the  need  of  a  present 
visible  Saviour  for  the  eye  of  faith  to  rest  upon,  for 
the  heart  of  love  to  be  fastened  on  and  filled  with ; 
and  therefore  our  Lord  passes  before  us,  the  Way, 
the  Truth,  the  Life,  in  the  boundless  translucent 
mirror  of  his  own  divinely  inspired  Scriptures,  in 
connection  with  all  classes  of  men,  all  junctures  of 
circumstance,  all  emergencies  ;  and  always  we  be- 
hold His  divine  attributes  in  action.  And  if  he  were 
on  earth  now,  he  would  live  among  us  and  for  us 
just  as  he  did  then,  when  he  abode  here  for  a  sea- 
son in  the  form  and  with  the  sympathies  of  our 
humanity. 

All  this  is  pure  educational  truth,  taught  and 
commanded  by  God  manifest  in  the  flesh.  It  is  the 
very  mercy  of  God,  set  forth  in  precious  incontro- 
vertible lessons  for  our  souls,  and  doctrines  for  the 
state  and  destiny  of  man.  The  mere)'  of  God  in 
Christ,  man  as  a  sinner,  Christ  as  a  Saviour;  man 
posed  to  eternal  death  because  of  sin,  Christ 
rnal  life  to  those  who  trust  in  him,  — 
cm  anything  be  conceived  more  worthy  to  l>e 
taught,  mere  necessary  to   be   taught,  by  Divine 


200  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

infallible  authority,  as  truth  that  cannot  honestly 
be  disbelieved?  Is  there  any  being  in  the  world 
who  has  a  right  to  command  these  things,  but 
only  He,  who  is  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life ;  who 
is  Love,  Light,  Goodness?  Can  such  truth  ever  be 
learned  by  scientific  experiment,  even  though  sci- 
ence worked  till  doomsday,  and  by  men  perfectly 
disinterested?  The  greatest  natural  love  of  truth 
in  the  world  can  never  discover  how  God  will  treat 
the  sinner  against  God  ;  nor  what  sin  is  in  its  forces, 
its  consequences,  if  left  to  go  on  with  its  work  till 
death. 

Let  the  Eighty-first,  Eighty-second,  and  Ninety- 
fourth  Psalms,  applied  by  our  blessed  Lord  to  the 
Hebrews  themselves,  be  laid  to  heart  by  the  people 
of  the  United  States,  —  voters,  representatives,  legis- 
lators, rulers,  judges,  parents,  and  teachers:  "  How 
long  will  ye  judge  unjustly,  and  accept  the  persons 
of  the  wicked?  Defend  the  poor  and  fatherless: 
do  justice  to  the  afflicted  and  needy.  Deliver  the 
poor  and  needy:  rid  them  out  of  the  hand  of  the 
wicked.  Oh  that  my  people  had  hearkened  unto 
me,  and  walked  in  my  ways!  But  they  walked  in 
their  own  counsels;  so  I  gave  them  up  unto  their 
own  hearts'  lust.  They  walk  on  in  darkness;  all 
the  foundations  of  the  earth  are  out  of  course 
Thc\'  gather  themselves  together  against  the  soul 


FAITH,   HOPE,   AND  LOVE.  201 

of  the  righteous,  and  condemn  the  innocent  blood. 
But  the  Lord  shall  bring  upon  them  their  own 
iniquity,  and  shall  cut  them  off  in  their  own 
wickedness;  yea,  the  Lord  our  God  shall  cut 
them  off." 

What  can  be  done  if  we  reject  the  Scriptures  ? 

Our  Centennial  Addresses  were  very  properly 
biographical  remembrances  of  the  founders  of  our 
republic, — memorial  windows  in  the  palace  of 
which  they  have  been  the  architects.  Where  did 
they  get  their  wisdom  ?  How  can  it  be  prolonged, 
and  such  noble  natures  perpetuated  with  it? 

They  grew  out  of  an  education  in  the  Scriptures 
as  the  Word  of  God,  the  ruling  authority  for  indi- 
viduals and  nations.  Our  village  independence,  our 
town  meetings  for  self-government,  the  admitted 
authority  of  the  wisest  and  best  men,  their  con- 
tinued and  quiet  election  to  office,  sprung  from 
the  same  habits.  As  Franklin  reasoned  concern- 
ing electricity  and  lightning,  so  his  mind  taught 
him  that  the  wisdom  that  could  make  Congress  a 
fit  guide  to  make  a  constitution  for  the  country 
was  from  God  ;  and  he  called  for  daily  prayer,  in 
which  the  Congress  had  failed  to  begin  iu  own 
>!i^.  A  hundred  years  pa^s  away,  and  we  are 
proposing  to  forbid  prayer  to  God  on  the  pl- 
an enlightened  liberalism  of  conscience,  that  must 
set  forth  atheism  as  one  of  the  congeries  of  »>ur 


202  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

religions.  Well,  it  is  only  one;  and  if  prayer  can 
be  forbidden  by  that,  it  can  be  taught,  and  should 
be  taught  in  all  fairness,  by  the  others;  and  so 
some  kind  of  religion  must  come  in,  and  some 
kind  of  God  be  acknowledged.  Well,  a  hundred 
years  after  Franklin's  reasonings  are  acknowledged 
to  have  been  just,  having  been  proved  by  experi- 
mental result  of  our  prosperity,  which  everywhere 
we  refer  to  God,  we  propose  to  cut  loose  from  the 
Author  and  Giver  of  all  our  good,  and  expel  his 
worship  and  his  laws,  and  above  all  his  Sabbath 
and  its  free  gospel  of  mercy  in  Christ,  from  the 
school-teachings  of  our  children ! 

A  low  view  of  Divine  Inspiration  relaxes  all  the 
power  of  human  thinking  and  reasoning,  all  con- 
fidence in  language  as  a  medium  of  thought  and 
belief.  It  enters  as  a  palsy  of  doubt  and  unbelief 
into  all  our  legislation,  our  morality,  our  religion. 
It  makes  an  unintelligible  riddle  of  the  universe. 
Nothing  can  be  reliable,  if  God's  Word  is  not  in- 
fallible, all-sufficient,  and  eternal.  We  must  take 
and  securely  hold  that  postulate,  or  we  have  noth- 
ing,—neither  foundation  nor  superstructure. 

It  is  a  good  old  proverb,  that  prevention  is  bet- 
ter than  cure  ;  good  for  parents,  for  children,  and 
for  all  mankind.  "  Thy  WORD  have  I  hid  IN 
MINE  HEART,  THAT  I  MIGHT  NOT  SIN  AGAINST 
iiii:k."  Was  anything  better  than  this  ever  ut- 
tered for  the  guidance  of  mankind? 


FAITH,    HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  203 

Moses  put  a  veil  before  his  face  when  he  came 
from  an  audience  of  forty  days  with  God,  because 
the  light  was  too  dazzling,  even  as  a  type  of  the 
incarnation  of  the  Divine  glory.  But  these  philos- 
ophers excommunicate  both  Moses  and  Christ 
from  all  mention,  from  all  vision  even  through  a 
veil.  If  they  could  have  their  way,  never  a  child 
in  Christendom,  educated  in  the  public  schools, 
should  get  a  glimpse  of  that  face  of  divine  light 
and  love,  the  remembrance  of  whose  radiance,  if 
they  once  beheld  it  in  childhood,  would  never 
leave  them,  and  might  be  the  means  of  new  creat- 
ing them. 

But  our  antibiblical  legislators  and  philosophers 
insist  first,  that  the  infinitely  precious  lessons  of 
Christianity  shall  never  be  taught  to  the  children, 
nor  the  fact  of  Christ's  own  childhood  ever  be 
named  in  their  hearing  ;  and  second,  "There  shall 
be  neither  reading  nor  teaching  of  the  Bible  in  the 
schools,  nor  any  mention  of  what  is  called  the 
Christian  religion  there.  The  schools  belong  to 
the  Government,  not  to  God  ;  and  the  Gospel  ^{ 
his  '(in,  so  called,  must  be  kept  out  of  them  in 
order  to  preserve  the  state  from  an  Ecclesiastical 
tyranny  over  and  against   the  consciences  of  the 

people,  of  whose-    consciences  we,  their    appointed 

governors,  are  the  keepers.     It  is   our  will,  there- 
fore, that  tin-  Christian  religion,  so  called,  shall  not 

be  mentioned  or  defined  in  the  schools.     Keep  it 


204  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

out  of  the  minds  and  hearts  of  the  children  ;  and 
they  in  their  turn,  when  thus  instructed,  will  keep 
it  from  the  next  generation  and  so  the  Republic  is 
safe  from  all  intrusion  against  the  rights  of  Life, 
Liberty,  and  the  pursuit  of  happiness,  for  which 
alone  our  Constitution  has  been  framed." 

The  Word  of  God  is  ruled  out  and  the  liberty 
of  anarchy  marches  in.  The  Laws  of  the  Gospel 
of  God  are  forbidden  in  the  teaching  of  the  children 
in  our  common-schools.  And  what  can  be  the 
result  of  all  this  but  a  disintegration  and  dissolu- 
tion of  the  very  foundations  of  society?  If  the 
foundations,  laid  by  God  in  the  knowledge  and 
religion  of  the  Gospel,  be  destroyed,  what  shall 
the  righteous  do  ?  There  will  speedily  be  none 
righteous  to  answer  the  question,  and  then  in  our 
generation  cometh  the  beginning  of  the  End. 

May  God  in  infinite  mercy  deliver  our  nation 
from  such  blaspheming  legislators  and  philos- 
ophers ! 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  205 


CHAPTER   XI. 

Continuance  and  Progress  of  the  Conflict.  —  Letter 
from  Rev.  Dr.  Tyng,  and  Notice  of  the  Death  of 
his  Son,  with  Eulogy  upon  his  Memory  by  the  Young 
Men  of  the  Church  of  the  Puritans. 

TI  /"E  present  here  an  extract  from  one  of  Mrs. 
*  Cheever's  letters  to  a  friend  and  relative, 
on  returning  from  a  visit  to  Washington.  One 
must  have  been  for  a  season  in  the  very  centre 
of  the  conflict  then  in  progress  there,  justly  to 
judge  as  to  the  right  or  wrong  of  the  contending 
forces  of  opinion  and  action  then  at  vork  among 
those  at  the  head   of  our  Government. 

Dear  E.,  —  We  were  truly  glad,  I  assure  you,  to 
find  ourselves  again  in  our  own  quiet  home,  our  peaceful 
and  comfortable  abode.  It  is  dearer  and  more  charming 
every  time  we  return  to  it.  I  was  aware  of  the  plan  for 
Port  Royal,  of  which  yon  speak,  and  that  our  friend  Mrs. 
Harlan,  the  Senator's  wife,  has  gone  herself  01)  the  ex- 
pedition, partly  for  her  health  and  partly  to  <l)  good. 
She    is    a   noble,   linn,    resolute    woman,  —  qualities    very 


206  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

essential  in  this  age  of  cowardice,  treason,  and  unfaithful- 
ness to  principle. 

The  want  of  righteous  principle  in  some  men  makes 
those  who  are  straightforward  and  who  adhere  strictly  to 
God's  commands,  appear  extreme  and  fanatical.  I  am 
glad  you  still  hold  on  to  the  principles  of  the  Church  of 
the  Puritans.  They  are  for  God  and  humanity,  and  will 
outlast  this  Government  and  those  who  compose  it.  Our 
great  mass-meeting  is  coming  off  to-morrow.  The  people 
are  beginning  to  move,  and  will  force  the  Government  to 
yield  to  the  demand  for  justice  and  right.  I  have  no 
patience  with  the  conservatives.  They  seem  to  have  no 
conscience.  I  wish,  however,  they  could  themselves  have 
a  taste  of  slavery,  and  then  see  if  they  would  sit  and  fold 
their  hands,  and  let  God  work  for  them. 

Is  Mr.  Waters  in  Washington  ?  If  so,  tell  him  I  have 
found  a  first-rate  colored  man  and  his  wife  for  him,  and 
wish  him  to  stop  here  and  see  him.  He  is  just  the  person 
he  would  need  on  his  farm ;  can  do  everything,  and  will 
be  a  treasure  to  him.  We  know  him  well.  He  has  been 
a  slave,  and  has  bought  his  whole  family.  He  is  a  reli- 
gious, good  man,  and  is  most  enterprising.  I  have  had 
my  eye  on  him  for  Mr.  Waters  for  some  time. 

Our  Government  seems  hopelessly  pro-slavery  in  its 
dreadful  sacrifice  of  principle  and  of  all  the  rights  of  four 
millions  of  our  fellow-creatures.  This  is  simple  truth  ;  and 
if  truth  is  extreme,  be  it  so.  Considering  the  opportuni- 
ties given  us  of  God,  and  the  sacrifices  we  have  made  to 
slavery,  our  nation  is  becoming  the  greatest  traitor  against 
God  and  Humanity  the  world  has  ever  seen. 

Yours  truly,  E.  H.  C, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  20J 

In  our  own  church,  from  this  period,  it  was  a 
time  of  conflict,  severe  and  distressing  in  propor- 
tion as  the  expected  outbreak  of  the  war  grew 
more  threatening  and  exciting. .  The  welfare  of 
every  citizen,  public  or  private,  in  the  church  or 
out  of  it,  was  more  and  more  entirely  absorbed  in 
the  controversy.  One  must  have  been  in  the 
midst  of  it,  rightly  to  conceive  the  depth,  and 
sometimes  the  ferocity,  of  its  fury.  We  were 
thrown  upon  God  for  his  protecting  and  sustaining 
mercy.  The  records  in  some  of  the  memorial 
pages  of  our  history  are  instructive  and  impressive, 
both  for  warning  and  encouragement: 

In  order  to  know  how  much  might  have  been  seen  by 
the  lightning  at  midnight,  and  amidst  the  storm,  you  must 
have  been  yourself  in  the  midnight  and  the  storm,  and 
you  would  never  have  forgotten  that  which  you  beheld. 
What  is  so  engraven  on  the  soul  is  there  forever,  by  the 
lightning  burned  in. 

i  contrite  prayer,  ascending  swift  to  God, 
Reflects  new  light  from  his  divine  abode, 
And  keeps  Love's  ray>  transfiguring  still  with  glory 
The  cares  and  ->trife>  of  all  our  earthly  story  ; 

luch  Love  from  many  altars  shining, 
The  ;  e  divining 

When  elsewhere  all  seemed  deepening  in  the  gloom, 

With  lines  of  shadow  darkening  o'er  the  tomb. 

■ 
Bath  power  to  give  the  burdened  soul  relief  J 


208  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

Incense  of  golden  fire  rising  to  heaven, 
With  every  heartfelt  aspiration  given, 
E'en  midst  the  working  of  unholy  leaven ! 
Oh  the  dear  blessing  of  the  Mercy-seat! 
Permitted  there  our  loving  Lord  to  meet, 
And  cast  our  burthens  at  his  sacred  feet ! 

The  weapons  of  our  warfare  were  not  carnal, 
but  mighty  through  God  to  the  pulling  down  of 
strongholds,  and  bringing  into  captivity  every 
thought  to  the  obedience  of  Christ;  so  that  he 
who  would  glory  might  glory  in  the  Lord.  One 
of  its  memorials,  addressed  to  the  Church  for  vic- 
tory, may  be  read  in  the  following  symbolical 
description  of  the  triumphs  of  God's  truth,  in  the 
sublimity  of  its  universal  freedom: 

Dear  old  Seventy-four  !  we  rejoice  that  you  are  still 
sailing  grandly  through  storms,  cyclones,  snow-drifts,  and 
scenes  of  crystallized  glory,  and  through  all  these  portents, 
the  Celestial  Country  ever  in  view. 

Her  flag  floats  upward  to  the  skies, 
Look  how  the  starry  ensigns  rise ! 

Her  burnished  guns,  in  peaceful  guise, 
Shine  like  the  gates  of  Paradise. 

Think  of  a  seventy-four  gunship  carrying  neither 
powder  nor  shot  !  Oh,  but  she  is  an  angel  with  wings 
brought  from  Paradise,  and  carrying  only  the  blessings  of 
Celestial  Peace  ;  steering  for  the  Harbor  of  Eternal  Bless- 
edness  and  Rest,  on  her  return  voyage  after  centuries  of 
storms  and  hurricanes  ;  and  as  safe  and  sound  as  the  Ark 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  209 

of  Mercy  when  it  first  grounded  on  the  slopes  of  Ararat, 
awaiting  there  the  promise  of  a  new  spiritual  World 
and  Resurrection,  when  Time  shall  have  been  lost  in 
Eternity. 

See  how  those  starry  emblems  rise, 

Freedom's  dear  symbols  to  our  eyes! 

But  we  descend  from  such  surpassing  glory, 

Into  the  bosom  of  the  gospel  story, 

The  common  scenes  of  our  own  homely  life, 

Rejoicing  that  the  household  where  you  reign 

Is  sweetly  sheltered  from  discordant  pain; 

The  only  witness  of  a  storm  at  sea, 

Some  branches  broken  from  the  Christmas  tree  1 

On  the  evening  of  the  Sabbath  of  May  16,  1858, 
it  was  my  privilege  to  preach  a  discourse,  espe- 
cially to  the  young  people  of  my  church  and  of 
the  community,  on  the  example,  character,  and 
death  of  young  Dudley  A.  Tyng,  the  honored 
and  beloved  pastor  of  an  Episcopal  Church  in 
Philadelphia. 

His  faithfulness  in  rebuking  the  great  iniquity  of 
slavery,  and  defending  the  claims  of  the  colored 
race  to  the  same  freedom  of  country  and  of  con- 
science given  to  us  by  God,  Barbarian,  Scythian, 
bond  or  free,  —  was  an  example  of  integrity,  power, 
and  true  patriotism  in  the  pulpit,  in  application  of 

the  Word   of  G  ainst   our  great  national  sins, 

that  we  could  not  conscientiously  leave  misinter- 
preted, or  diminished  of  its  sacredness, —  as  in  some 


2IO  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

respects  had  been  done  in  the  quoting  of  his  words, 
"Father,  stand  up  for  Jesus ;"  meaning,  beyond 
all  question,  "  Plead,  in  Jesus'  name,  the  cause  of 
the  oppressed,  and  defend  the  freedom  of  them 
that  are  in  bonds,  as  bound  also  with  them." 

Accompanying  Dr.  Tyng's  letter,  requesting  so 
kindly  the  publication  of  the  sermon,  we  present 
a  letter  from  a  dear  faithful  member  of  my  own 
church,  Mrs.  M.  Abernethy,  describing  young  Mr. 
Tyng's  Address  before  the  Young  Men's  Christian 
Association,  on  the  "  Duty  of  the  Clergy  as  the 
Standard-bearers  of  the  Church." 

Dr.  Cheever  : 

Dear  Sir,  —  I  had  the  pleasure  of  listening  to  the  last 
public  address,  as  I  believe,  which  was  made  by  the  Rev. 
Mr.  Tyng,  in  this  city.  It  was  at  the  tea-drinking  of  the 
Young  Men's  Christian  Association  last  autumn. 

He  spoke  to  the  sentiment  to  which  you  were  expected 
to  have  spoken,  "  The  Clergy  the  Standard-bearers  of  the 
Church." 

He  commenced  by  saying,  that  when  a  standard-bearer 
fell  in  battle,  or  failed  from  any  cause,  it  was  the  duty  of 
another  to  take  up  the  standard  and  bear  it  in  his  place. 
He  was  called  upon  to  take  up  the  standard  which  another 
should  have  borne  this  evening,  —  one  who  would  have 
borne  it  more  worthily  than  he. 

It  was  the  duty  of  a  standard-bearer  to  fold  his  arms 
about  the  standard,  march  in  the  forefront  of  the   battle, 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  211 

face  the  hottest,  most  raking  fire,  and  firmly  plant  his 
standard  on  the  highest  point.  To  march  in  this  way, 
pinioned  as  it  were,  without  opportunity  to  use  any 
weapons  of  defence,  required  valor,  bravery  of  the  highest 
order.  If  he  was  faithful  to  his  trust,  faithful  brave  men 
would  rally  around,  and  with  love  and  enthusiasm  protect 
him  and  the  standard  as  well. 

So  the  clergy,  the  standard-bearers  of  the  Church, 
should  take  the  truth  of  God,  just  as  it  is,  the  whole 
truth,  and  bear  it  aloft,  in  the  front  of  the  people,  not 
falling  behind,  but  leading  on  the  armies  of  the  living 
God. 

Then,  in  glowing  and  fervid  eloquence,  he  spoke  of  the 
manner  in  which  the  standard-bearer  whose  place  he  had 
taken  had  marched  forth  in  the  strength  of  his  Master, 
bearing  the  standard  aloft,  fearless  and  bold  amid  oppos- 
ing hosts.  u  When,"  said  he,  "  was  it  ever  known  that 
when  a  standard-bearer  of  the  Church  had  been  thus 
faithful  to  his  trust,  a  loving  people  had  failed  to  fold 
their  arms  about  him,  and  guard  and  defend  him  from 
the  assaults  of  his  foes  ? "  Here  he  paid  a  grateful 
tribute  to  those  who  had  sustained  this  standard-bearer, 
and  closed  by  exclaiming,  "  While  the  flag  remains  nailed 
to  the  mast  at  Union  Square,  no  standard-bearer  of  the 
need  fear  to  declare  the  whole  counsel  of  God." 

N      -t  shall  I  forget   his  appearance  that  evening.      Hi> 

countenance  was  radiant  with  the  light   of  heavenly  truth. 

reely  think  Stephen  could   have   looked   more   like  an 

H  standing  up  for  Jesus,  in  his  poor  de- 

spised  little  ours  ;    and  with  the  dew  and    freshness  oi  his 

youth  upon  him,  he  stood  as  a  brave  soldier  would  have 


212  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

done  before  the  cannon's  mouth,  fearless  and  undaunted 
bearing  his  final  testimony  in  this  city  to  the  truth  for 
which  he  had  staked  his  reputation  and  his  all. 

Very  truly  yours,  M.  A. 

The  following  letter  from  Dr.  Tyng  is  a  deeply 
interesting  record  of  his  own  views  as  to  the  faith- 
ful steadfastness  of  his  beloved  son  in  his  ministra- 
tions of  the  Gospel  of  Christ,  against  all  violations 
of  Christian  charity  and  liberty.  It  was  to  us  all 
a  very  precious  testimonial. 

St.  George's  Rectory,  May  17,  1858. 

Rev.  and  dear  Brother,  —  I  felt  it  a  great  privilege 
to  listen  to  your  discourse  last  evening  upon  the  character 
of  my  beloved  son  ;  and  a  very  great  honor  that  you 
should  have  been  led,  in  your  own  view  of  personal  duty, 
to  give  such  marked  distinction  to  one  so  young,  and  a 
minister  not  of  your  own  portion  of  our  Lord's  household 
of  faith.  I  rejoiced  to  have  you  bring  out  the  fact  so 
prominently,  that  it  was  not  as  a  tribute  to  his  talents,  or 
gifts  of  any  kind,  that  such  public  attention  and  respect 
had  been  drawn  to  him,  but  as  an  acknowledgment  of 
that  grace  which  had  enabled  him  to  plead  for  the  op- 
pressed, and  to  rebuke  the  oppressor,  and  to  accept  and 
improve  the  privilege  of  suffering  for  the  name  of  Christ. 

The  truth  of  this  view  cannot  be  doubted.  And  it  may 
serve  as  a  precious  encouragement  to  our  young  men, 
and  especially  in  the  ministry,  to  remember  that  they  who 
honor  God,  God  will  also  honor.  That  his  lamented  de- 
parture will  so  be  blessed  and  acknowledged  of  God,  1 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  21  3 

cannot  doubt.  And  while  I  must  rejoice  in  all  the  bless- 
ings which  God  will  thus  bring  out  of  this  dispensation  of 
sorrow  to  me,  I  do  feel  especially  grateful  to  you  for  your 
noble  and  disinterested  eulogy  upon  the  character  and 
course  of  conduct  which  our  gracious  Saviour  enabled 
him  to  display.  And  in  the  hope  that  your  discourse 
may  be  made  useful  to  others  in  the  encouragement  of 
them  to  fidelity  and  boldness  in  "  Standing  up  for  Jesus," 
I  beg  you  to  allow  me  the  privilege  of  publishing  it  imme- 
diately. 

I  am,  with  the  utmost  regard  and  fraternal  affection, 
Your  friend  and  brother  in  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ, 

Stephen  H.  Tvxg. 
Rev.  George  B.  Cheever,  D.D. 

It  is  but  just  that  this  letter  should  be  accom- 
panied by  a  previous  record  of  the  tribute  of  the 
young  men  of  our  church  to  the  memory  of  the 
young  minister  of  Christ,  so  suddenly  snatched 
from  his  work  on  earth  to  its  reward  in  heaven. 

THE   LATE   DUDLEY    A.    TYNG. 

A  TRIBUTE  TO  IIIS  MEMORY   PROM  THE   YOUNG   MEN   OF   llli: 

CHURCH   01     THE    PI   EITANS. 

Sad  and  unlooked-for  intelligence  lias  reached  us.  Our 
Heavenly  Father,  in  his  inscrutable  wisdom,  lias  seen  fit 

to  strike  down,  in   the  midst   of  his   usefulness,  one  whom 

reclaimed  as  a  brother  beloved,  —  one  who  was  a  true 
representative  of  the  moral,  independent,  freedom  loving 
young  men  <>t  our  countn  ;  a  recognized  leader  of  those 


214  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

who  have  resolved,  at  whatever  sacrifice,  to  maintain  the 
freedom  of  the  pulpit  against  the  demoralizing  influence 
of  a  time-  serving  compromise  with  sin  ;  a  Christian  hero, 
who  acted  a  noble  part  in  the  great  conflict  which  was 
fought  in  his  own  church,  and  in  which,  though  overcome 
by  the  power  of  the  pew-interest,  he  was  sustained  by  his 
dear  people  and  gained  a  glorious  victory  for  truth  and 
righteousness.  Just  as  he  emerged  from  the  smoke  of 
the  battle-field,  from  which  he  came  forth  unscathed; 
just  as  the  din  of  the  conflict  had  ceased ;  just  as  the 
clouds  which  had  hung  over  that  scene  of  strife  were  dis- 
persed, the  Angel  of  the  Lord  met  him,  and  a  voice  from 
Heaven  said  sweetly  in  his  ear,  — 

"Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done; 
Rest  from  thy  loved  employ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

And  so  the  brave,  the  high-minded  and  noble-hearted 
Dudley  A.  Tyng  has  gone  from  us  to  purer  realms.  He 
has  laid  aside  his  "  tenement  of  clay "  and  put  on  the 
robes  of  a  glorious  immortality.  He  has  left  the  Church 
militant,  where  he  fought  faithfully  the  battles  of  the  Lord, 
to  join  the  Church  triumphant,  where  his  heart  will  ever 
be  attuned  to  songs  of  redeeming  love.  His  memory 
will  be  cherished  by  every  friend  of  Freedom  and  of  a 
free  Gospel  throughout  the  land.  But  we,  as  young  men 
of  the  Church  of  the  Puritans,  owe  to  it  a  special  tribute. 
Co-workers  and  fellow-sufferers  in  the  same  great  cause, 
we  can  never  forget  the  cheering  token  he  gave  us  of  his 
sympathy  and  love,  in  one  of  his  latesl  appearances  in  this 
city,  when,  with  a  magnanimity  which  entirely  overlooked 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  215 

all  sectarian  barriers  and  mere  worldly  considerations,  he 
selected  as  the  object  of  his  eulogy  the  Standard-bearer 
of  a  free  Gospel  intrenched  on  Union  Square. 

How  shall  we  show  our  appreciation  of  his  virtues? 
How  shall  we  manifest  our  great  grief?  How  shall  we  ex- 
press our  sense  of  the  loss  which  we,  and  the  Church  at 
large,  and  this  nation,  and  the  world  have  sustained  in  the 
removal  of  this  favorite  of  Heaven  ?  Not  by  words  alone, 
nor  by  tears  alone,  though  without  them  the  heart  would 
break,  but  by  striving  to  catch  his  spirit  and  to  follow 
his  bright  example.  This  is  the  tribute  which  we  bring  to 
his  memory.  We  will  be  "  up  and  doing,  and  acquit  our- 
selves like  men."  Those  principles  which  he  so  strenu- 
ously advocated  shall  be  maintained  by  us  at  all  hazards. 
We  will  more  closely  rally  around  our  own  faithful  stand- 
ard-bearer. We  will  cheer  his  heart  and  strengthen  his 
hands ;  and  with  him  we  '11  never  give  o'er,  until  the  great 
battle  is  ended,  or  we  are  called  to  our  reward.  We  will 
resist  every  aggression  upon  the  freedom  of  the  pulpit, 
either  in  our  own  church  or  elsewhere,  and  will  allow  no 
spurious  feelings  of  charity  to  make  us  false  to  tin's  great 
principle.  The  sudden  death  of  our  beloved  and  lamented 
brother  calls  us  to  renewed  activity  and  diligence  in  our 
Master's  service. 

We  will  obey  the  call,  and  wherever  we  go,  and  in  all 
circumstances,  we  will  take  heed  to  his  dying  admonition. 
"  Stand  up  for  Jesus,"  "  Stand  up  for  Jesus  '  "      Interpret 

ing  this  charge  by  the-  light  of  his  own  example,  and  giving 

it  ifc  fullest  import,  we  will  stand  up  tor  Jesus  by  obedi- 
ent e  to  his  laws.  We  will  stand  up  for  Jesus  by  the  confes- 
sion of  his  truth.      We  will  stand  up  lor  Jesus  by  pleading 


2\6  MEMORIAL   OJ'J'/:k/XGS. 

for  those  who  are  bound  by  the  galling  chains  of  slavery, 
and  by  pleading  with  those  who  are  in  bondage  to  sin, 
to  Satan,  and  the  world.  This  is  the  tribute  of  our 
hearts. 

Adopted  at  a  meeting  of  the  young  men  of  the  Church 
of  the  Puritans,  on  Tuesday  evening,  May  4,  1858,  and 
ordered  to  be  published  in  the  "  New  York  Tribune." 

Edwin  West.  Chairman. 
Theodore  D.  Warren,  Secretary. 


The  deep  interest  felt  by  Mrs.  Cheever,  as 
expressed  in  her  letter  in  regard  to  the  stupen- 
ous  conflict,  was  felt  by  very  many  of  our  fellow- 
citizens,  as  indicated  by  their  request  for  public 
meetings,  and  found  expression  in  such  letters, 
as  that  of  Mr.  Means. 

Letter  to  Rev.  Dr.  Cheever,  from  Mr.  Means  of  A?idover, 
on  Slavery. 

My  dear  Sir: 

I  am  prompted  by  a  good  motive,  I  trust,  to  say 
that  I  have  been  exceedingly  interested  in  your  sermons 
and  articles  on  the  Dred  Scott  decision,  and  on  Slavery 
generally.  If  it  can  be  of  any  comfort  to  you,  I  say  that 
I  "glorify  God  on  your  behalf."  During  the  short  time  I 
spent  in  New  York,  I  was  a  constant  attendant  on  your 
preaching,  with  my  family,  to  our  great  edification  and 
pleasure.  We  often  speak  of  your  sermons  and  prayers 
then   as    a   privilege    which    we    can  hardly  expect   to 


FAITH,  HOPE,  AND  LOVE.  2\J 

have  renewed  in  all  respects  during  our  earthly  pilgrim- 
age— unless,  indeed,  we  should  again  live  where  we  could 
attends  your  meetings. 

I  am  well  aware  that,  you  know  how  to  suffer  as  well 
as  preach.  May  God  give  you  the  continuing  grace,  and 
bring  your  adversaries,  whether  in  or  out  of  the  church, 
to  repentance  or  confusion,  or  both  ! 

As  you  can  neither  need  my  congratulations  nor  con- 
dolence, I  have  no  title  to  put  you  to  the  trouble  of  read- 
ing this.  But  if  you  will  think  that  any  suggestion  of  mine 
is  worth  attention  please  to  cast  your  eye  over  the  follow- 
ing thoughts  : 

ist.  The  Slave  power,  notwithstanding  recent  victo- 
ries, is  trembling  with  apprehension,  and  justly. 

2d.  The  whole  Antislavery  public  is  anxious  to  have 
a  clear  vision  of  the  ultimate  issue  of  the  struggle  in  our 
country.  We  believe  the  victory  will  be  ours,  but  we 
wish  and  need  to  be  told  how  it  is  to  be. 

3d.  You,  yourself,  probably  have  a  distinct  idea  (pro- 
phetic) of  the  way,  or  alternative  ways,  in  which  God  will 
give  the  triumph  to  the  North  and  freedom,  and  thus  save 
both  North  and  South  for  His  glory. 

4th.  Nothing  could  more  tend  to  expedite  the  right 
result  than  a  continual  proclamation  of  triumph  to  free- 
dom, in  some  of  the  several  probable  ways.  It  would  add 
additional  dismay  to  the  hosts  of  the  Southern  Devil,  and 
nerve  the  hearts  of  all  Northern  Christians. 

Therefore,  finally,  it  would  seem  most  expedient  that 
our  minds  dwell  on  such  themes  as  these,  "  Because  he 
knew  his  time  was  short,"  and  generally  on  the  encourage- 
ments to  believe  that  we  shall  fairly  beat  them,  and  rescue 
this  fair  heritage  from  their  machinations.  We  are  in 
danger  of  thinking  that  God  will  overwhelm  the  whole 
nation   in   ruin   because   of  the  wickedness   of   the    Slave 

power.     1  do  not  apprehend  it.    The  last  I  have 

-  Of  triumph  t«.  tin-  right  side.      What  is  the  ini- 

is  decision  <>i  Taney  vet  against  the  roused  public 
sentiment  of  many  States  which   practically  nullifi 


2l8  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

Nothing.  I  beg  a  thousand  pardons,  my  dear  Christian 
brother,  for  venturing  to  write  thus  to  you.  But  you  will 
not  take  it  amiss,  while  I  assure  you  that  I  daily  thank  God 
for  your  course  of  faithfulness,  and  pray  that  no  set  of  men 
may  avail  to  disturb  you. 

Sincerely  and    respectfully    and    affectionately,    your 
brother  in  Christ, 

James  Means. 

Andover,  May  31,   1857. 


An  Aroused  Community  calling  for  the  Proclamation  of 
God's  Truth  against  the  Blighting  Curse  of  Slavery. 

Rev.  Geo.  B.  Cheever. 

Dear  Sir:  We,  your  fellow-citizens,  have  been  deeply 
interested  in  those  especial  labors  in  which  you  have 
been  prominently  engaged  during  the  last  two  or  three 
years,  with  reference  to  American  Slavery.  Without 
having  heard  or  carefully  read  all  you  have  preached 
or  written  on  this  subject,  we  know  generally  that  your 
labors  have  eminently  tended  to  establish  these  truths. 
First,  that  the  Word  of  God  in  no  degree  countenances 
any  system,  usage,  or  institution  essentially  resembling 
that  Slavery  which  exists  throughout  a  large  portion 
of  our  own  country;  secondly,  that  Christianity  is 
essentially,  vitally,  irreconcilably,  at  war  with  such  Slavery, 
and  that  any  true  and  pure  Church  is  necessarily  its  antag- 
onist ;  thirdly,  that  it  is  the  imperative  duty  of  the  organ- 
ized Christianity  of  our  land  to  war  against  such  Slaver)'' 
systematically,  untiringly,  uncompromisingly,  so  long  as 
the  iniquity  shall  continue  to  exist.  We,  therefore,  in  tes- 
timony of  our  profound  appreciation  of  your  labors  and 
sacrifices  in  the  cause  of  Christian  Purity  and  National 
Righteousness,  respectfully  invite  you  to  repeat,  at  such 
early  day  as  your  convenience  may  suggest  one  or  more 
of  your  recent  discourses  on  the  subjects  just  indicated,  in 
the  great  Hall  of  the  Cooper  Institute,  where  some  thou- 


/■'.  IITH,  HOPE,  AXD  LOVE.  2 1 9 

sands  of  our  fellow-citizens  may  share  with  us  the  interest 
and  profit  of  hearing  you. 

We  are,  with  profound  esteem,  yours, 

Horace  Greeley,  A.  W.  Morgan, 

John  Jay,  E.  W.  Chester, 

Wm.  Curtis  Xoyes,  (Prof.)  Benj.N.  Martin, 

James  Humphrey,  Wm.  Allen  Butler. 

Wm.  M.  Eyarts,  John  W.  Edmonds, 

Edgar  Ketch um,  S.  P.  Townsend, 

R.  H.  McCurdy,  Oliyer  Johnson, 

(Rev.)  E.  H.  Chapin,  Edwin  West,  M.D., 

Charle-  W.  Elliott,  Simeon  Draper, 

T.  B.  Stillman,  Edward  Gilbert, 

Benj.  F.  Manierre,  (Ex  Gov.)  Myron  H.Clark, 

(Rev.jA.  H.Burlingham,  Joseph  Hoxie, 

R.  Hildreth,  Samuel  Sinclair, 

Dexter  Fairbank,  Franklin  J.  Ottarson, 

Sydney  H.  Gay,  John  F.  Cleveland. 

(Rev.)  T.  Bourne,  Charles  T.  Congdon, 

A.  Dana,  James  O.  Bennei  i. 

.  W.  Curtis,  James  F airman, 

Henry  A.  Hartt,  M.D.,  Henry  Ward  Beecher. 


ANNIVERSARY  AND  MISCELLANEOUS 
POEMS 


INTRODUCTORY   TO   THE    POEMS. 


THE  preceding  chapters  are  introductory  to  the 
Memorial  and  Miscellaneous  Poems  now  presented. 
Many  of  these  had  been  arranged  by  my  beloved 
wife  to  be  gifts  of  affection  for  very  dear  friends, 
for  whom  she  had  consented,  in  compliance  with 
their  wishes,  so  to  prepare  them.  The  history  of 
events  referred  to  in  them,  occurring  in  the  course 
of  the  years  over  which  they  extend,  will  be  found 
in  succeeding  chapters,  together  with  letters  illus- 
trating the  conflicts  as  well  as  the  peaceful  happy 
scenes  through  which  our  pilgrimage  was  merci- 
fully guided. 

"Train  up  a  child  in  the  way  he  should  go, 
and  when  he  is  old  he  will  not  depart  from  it." 
(Prov.  xxii.  6).  The  old  age  of  his  nature  will  be- 
as  fresh  and  radiant  as  "the  dew  of  his  youth." 
In  [saiah  Ixv,  20,  23,  it  is  said,  in  reference  to 
the  obedience  of  a  whole  nation  under  the  teach" 

ol  God's  law  from  generation  to  ition, 

3 


4  MEMORIAL    OFFERIXGS. 

and  with  the  consequent  Divine  blessing  upon  such 
a  race,  that  "  the  child  shall  die  a  hundred  years 
old ;  "  he  will  always  be  a  child,  with  the  sim- 
plicity, sweetness,  and  confiding  reliance  of  infancy, 
combined  with  all  the  acquisitions  of  wisdom  and 
experience.  We  sometimes  see  these  marvellous 
combinations  and  realities  in  the  earliest  child- 
hood ;  and  the  Holy  Spirit  declares  that  such  shall 
be  "  the  seed  of  the  blessed  of  the  Lord,  and 
their  offspring  with  them." 

Now,  a  hundred  years  in  our  day  are  the  com- 
pass of  three  generations,  and  an  uninterrupted 
education  of  the  children  "  in  the  nurture  and 
admonition  of  the  Lord  "  would  make  such  gen- 
erations the  creators  and  governors,  the  represen- 
tatives and  senators  of  a  race  "  whose  days  on 
earth  shall  be  as  the  days  of  heaven."  Such  an 
education  would  thus  realize  Saint  John's  descrip- 
tions of  the  new  heavens,  with  the  new  earth,  and 
the  Holy  City,  New  Jerusalem,  coming  down  from 
God  out  of  heaven,  as  a  bride  adorned  for  her 
husband.  The  whole  earth  would  be  God's  Holy 
Mountain,  a  City  of  Truth,  a  New  Jerusalem, 
with  the  streets  of  the  city  so  holy  and  happy, 
"that  the  city  shall  be  full  of  boys  and  girls  play- 
ing in  the  streets  thereof."  Paris,  London,  Berlin, 
Moscow,  Pekin,  Cairo,  Copenhagen,  Boston,  New 


INTRODUCTORY    TO    THE  POEMS.  5 

York,  Chicago,  might  each  become  such  a  New- 
Jerusalem,  the  mighty  pulsating  heart  of  such 
empires,  if  only  this  one  command  of  our  Bles- 
sed Lord  were  obeyed  and  carried  out  from  cen- 
tre to  circumference,  by  governments  and  people, 
—  tJiis  one  requirement,  "Suffer  the  little  children, 
and  forbid  them  not,  to  come  unto  me,  for  of  such 
is  the  kingdom  of  heaven."  Such  a  childlike 
nature  from  infancy  becomes,  in  the  man,  an  in- 
dwelling of  Christ  himself  perpetuated;  "  and  the 
poor  among  men  shall  rejoice  in  the  Holy  One 
of  Israel." 

It  is  said  in  Isaiah  xi.  6,  "  And  a  little  child 
shall  lead  them;"  shall  inspire  and  govern  all 
human  society.  The  natures  of  the  wolf  and  the 
lamb,  the  leopard  and  the  kid,  the  cow  and  the 
bear,  the  calf  and  the  young  lion,  are  interfused, 
transfigured,  unified,  into  the  same  essence  of 
purity,  kindness,  tenderness,  compassion,  and  love. 
Innocence  and  guileless  simplicity  may  thus  be 
the  most  discerning  and  effective  of  all  qualities  of 
mind  and  heart;  the  very  life  and  brightening  of 

highest  genius;  the  omnipotence  and  omnipres- 
ence of  love;  a  ceaseless  unconscious  breathing 
and  benediction  of  the  air  of  heaven. 

So  quiet,  gentle,  unassuming,  were  the  fountains 
of  tender  sympathy  and  religious  principle  devel- 


6  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

oped  in  the  character  of  the  subject  of  these 
sketches.  So  it  came  about  that  the  protection 
of  the  poor  and  oppressed ;  compassion  for  the 
sick  and  for  those  in  prison,  and  for  orphans; 
the  hallowing  and  keeping  of  God's  Sabbath; 
the  redemption  of  the  human  race  from  the  curse 
of  intemperance;  the  freedom  of  the  millions 
enslaved,  and  the  security  of  all  their  rights,  as 
of  our  own;  and  the  right  of  the  Bible  in  our 
schools  for  all  classes  at  home,  and  for  all  man- 
kind abroad  that  might  by  God's  providence  flock 
to  our  shores  ;  —  all  these  things,  so  often  regarded 
as  the  idiosyncrasies  of  a  reformer,  were  in  her  as 
natural  and  childlike  as  the  flowers  in  Eden. 

Indeed,  the  deepest  and  most  perplexing  prob- 
lems of  our  national  policy  and  perils  were  as 
naturally  contemplated,  and  their  benevolent  so- 
lutions enjoyed,  as  the  exquisite  scenes  and  splen- 
dors of  sunrise  and  sunset,  or  the  succession  of 
tempests  and  rainbows,  clouds  and  showers,  in 
the  expanse  of  heaven.  "Thou  makest  the  out- 
goings of  the  morning  and  evening  to  rejoice." 
Their  blessings  drop  upon  the  pastures  of  the 
wilderness,  and  the  little  fields  rejoice  on  every 
side.  "Truth  shall  spring  out  of  the  earth,  and 
righteousness  shall  look  down  from  heaven,"  that 
glory  may  dwell  in  our  land. 


INTRODUCTORY    TO    THE  POEMS.  7 

Xo  astronomer  or  botanist  or  seed-merchant 
or  agriculturist  can  do  such  things,  or  even  ana- 
lyze or  combine  the  elements  necessary  for  such 
products,  though  the  life  of  a  nation  depended 
thereupon.  As  the  problems  and  demonstrations 
of  Euclid  grew  out  of  his  own  reasoning  intelli- 
gence, and  not  from  any  rules  or  examples  from 
abroad,  so  do  the  demonstrations  of  a  childlike 
benevolence  and  gratitude  spring  up  as  the  lilies 
of  the  field,  and  no  Solomon  can  create  their 
seeds,  or  make  them  grow,  or  imagine  or  pre- 
suppose their  beauty. 

The  examples  and  legacies  of  freedom  and 
Prayer  by  our  Puritan  ancestors ;  their  abhor- 
rence and  dread  of  the  Roman  Catholic  despot- 
ism, with  its  blasphemous  claims  of  the  infallibility 
of  the  Pope,  and  the  assumption  of  power  and 
authority  by  him  and  his  priesthood  of  forgiving 
all  men's  sins  on  the  payment  of  money  by  the 
sinner;  the  attempted  overthrow  of  our  own 
country's  liberties  by  such  despotism;  and  the 
Divine  obligations  upon  the  government  and 
people  to  secure  through  all  generations  a  Chris- 
tum education  for  our  children  by  the  uninter- 
rupted teaching  of  the  Bible  in  our  public  schools, 

—  these  are  not  political  questions,  but  spiritual, 
sacred,  all  controlling.     The  keeping  of  the  Sab- 


8  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

bath,  the  freedom  of  the  slaves,  and  the  educa- 
tion of  all  the  children  in  the  United  States,  by 
means  of  the  Bible  in  the  schools  as  well  as  in 
our  families,  and  for  foreigners  as  well  as  the 
home-born  in  America,  were  objects  many  enough 
and  large  enough  to  occupy  a  lifetime. 

These  are  essential  elements  of  the  early  edu- 
cation necessary  for  the  salvation  of  our  country. 
But  we  cannot  live  even  by  such  truths  as  mere 
party  dogmas.  They  must  be  native  by  the  Holy 
Spirit  in  the  heart,  inspiring  and  guiding  the 
affections  and  the  consciences  of  men,  women, 
and  children,  in  obedience  to  the  Word  of  God 
as  the  supreme  governing  law  both  of  the  gov- 
ernment and  the  people.  The  privileges,  trusts, 
and  duties  thus  sustained  and  practised  from 
generation  to  generation  are  not  political  party 
questions,  nor  uncertain,  but  spiritual,  sacred, 
all-controlling, — our  conversation,  as  Paul  calls  it 
(Phil.  iii.  20,  21),  our  citizenship  or  naturaliza- 
tion for  the  kingdom  of  heaven  under  the  reign 
of  Christ,  "  in  whom  all  the  building  fitly  framed 
together  growcth  unto  an  holy  temple  in  the 
Lord,  according  to  the  working  whereby  he  is 
able  to  subdue  all  things  unto  himself." 

In  a  thousand  cases  we  see  demonstrated  the 
power    of   early    biases    in    the    formation    of   the 


INTRODUCTORY    TO    THE  POEMS.  9 

whole  character  and  conduct,  which  no  subse- 
quent instruction  can  remove  or  alter.  "  Give 
me  the  ballads,  and  I  care  not  who  has  the 
making  of  the  laws."  The  celebrated  scientific 
naturalist  Linnaeus  was  the  son  of  a  Swedish 
clergyman,  who,  though  poor,  possessed  a  small 
garden  filled  with  the  loveliest  floral  productions 
he  could  possibly  collect.  Into  this  flower-garden 
he  introduced  his  little  son  from  infancy,  and  thus 
created  and  instructed  that  absorbing  passion  in 
the  child  that  afterwards  made  him  the  most  per- 
fect botanist  and  naturalist  in  the  world. 

Now,  if  all  Christian  parents  made  their  little 
children  thus  delightfully  familiar  with  what  might 
be  called  God's  garden  of  character,  sentiment, 
opinion,  and  feeling,  surrounding  the  soul  as 
sweetly  and  naturally  with  heavenly  associations 
as  the  little  naturalist  was  surrounded  with  the 
loveliest  productions  of  Xature,  how  often  would 
the  developments  of  early  piety  be  manifested, 
how  constantly  would  the  foundations  be  laid  ^i 
a  truly  religious  character,  attractive  and  benefi- 
cent all  through  Life!  "Walk  in  the  light  as  He 
is  in  the  \igkL  and  ye  shall  be  children  of  the 
light/' 

The  1>K-  ed  protection  and  benevolent  results 
of  such  discipline  in  the  ease  of  the  subject  of 


IO  MEMORIAL    OFF  FIRINGS. 

these  notices  may  be  seen  by  a  letter  written  by 
her,  while  journeying  in  Europe  under  the  care 
of  dear  relatives,  to  her  dear  little  brother  at 
home ;  herself  even  then  but  a  child,  yet  mani- 
festly taught  by  the  Holy  Spirit  the  things  be- 
longing to  the  kingdom  of  heaven.  It  reads  as  if 
it  were  an  artless  Sermon  on  the  Mount,  out  of  the 
mouth  of  babes  and  sucklings.  It  shows  the  pre- 
ciousness  of  such  an  early  education  by  the  teach- 
ings of  the  gospel  of  the  love  of  Christ,  so  deeply 
and  spiritually  engraved  as  never  to  be  worn  dim 
or  forgotten ;  the  cloud  by  day,  the  fire  by  night, 
wherever  might  be  the  pilgrimage. 

My  dearest  Brother  Eddy,  —  I  have  just  been  read- 
ing, my  dear  little  brother,  the  fourth  chapter  of  Mark, 
the  parable  of  the  Sower,  and  think  it  will  apply  to 
each  one  of  us.  Those  on  the  stony  ground  I  hope 
will  not  be  your  case ;  that  is,  to  hear  the  Word  of 
God,  and  to  receive  it  with  gladness  for  a  while,  but 
when  temptation  or  persecution  ariseth  for  the  Word's 
sake,  immediately  to  be  offended.  This  should  not  be 
the  case  with  us.  The  Bible  tells  us  to  persevere 
amidst  all  trials  to  the  end  of  our  life.  We  have  every 
encouragement.  God  beseeches  us  to  do  so.  He 
promises  his  Holy  Spirit  to  them  that  ask  for  it ;  and 
it"  we  will  submit  to  him  he  will  guide  us,  empty  our 
hearts  of  selfishness,  and  make  us  heirs  to  the  kingdom 
of  heaven. 


INTRODUCTORY   TO    THE  POEMS.  II 

I  hope  you  keep  the  Sabbath-day  holy.  Remember  it 
is  God's  command  :  thou  shalt  do  no  manner  of  work, 
thou  nor  any  other  creature.  Do  not  give  up  your  good 
resolution ;  for  if  you  neglect  your  duty  once  you  will 
again,  and  if  you  are  constantly  breaking  it  when  you  are 
conscious  that  it  is  wrong,  God  may  take  his  Holy  Spirit 
from  you,  and  then  you  will  be  like  Pharaoh,  hardened  in 
your  feelings,  and  at  last  perish.  Oh,  I  hope  this  will  not 
be  your  fate  !  You  ought  to  persevere,  and  be  thankful 
that  you  have  been  still  able  to  understand  your  duty. 

It  was  a  year  in  July  that  you  first  made  your  good 
resolutions.  Do  you  remember?  You  told  me  that  you 
had  begun  to  do  better.  Now  do  persevere,  and  let  not 
Satan  get  hold  of  you.  You  must  be  on  the  watch,  and 
pray  that  you  may  be  kept  from  temptation.  Do  your 
duty  in  all  things.  Govern  your  temper  and  tongue. 
Do  not  say  a  word  against  a  person,  neither  feel  any 
hatred  in  your  heart ;  if  so,  pray  to  God  to  forgive,  and  to 
cause  you  to  be  better.  Ask  him  to  empty  your  heart  of 
all  evil,  and  to  make  you  do  to  everybody  as  you  would 
be  done  by. 

Be  kind  to  the  poor ;  feel  for  all ;  and  when  you  can 
give  to  them,  do  not  spend  your  money  foolishly,  in  such 
things  as  will  do  you  no  good,  but  for  a  practice  of  self- 
denial   and   to  please  i\oo\.      When  von  do  not  indulge  in 

selfish  feelings,  I  think  it  will  be  of  more  satisfaction  to 
give;  although  sometimes  it  will  require  much  effort  on 
your  part  at  first ;  but  never,  if  you  can  help  it,  give  when 
it  is  against  your  will. 

The  Bible  says,  If  you  have  rnu<  h,  give  plenteously  ;  if 
little,  give  of  that  little;  but  always  bestow  willing!) 


12  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

do  it  as  you  would  wish  one  would  give  you  if  you  were 
in  their  place.  God  says  he  loves  a  cheerful  giver.  The 
Bible  commands  us  to  do  things  when  sometimes  con- 
trary to  our  will ;  but  as  we  are  so  stubborn,  our  will  must 
be  subdued,  and  therefore  when  we  sacrifice  our  pleasure 
to  obey  God  it  is  more  pleasing ;  and  when  we  do  thus, 
it  is  more  liked  by  God  than  if  it  were  our  natural  dispo- 
sition, because  it  is  for  the  glory  of  God,  and  shows  his 
power  in  our  hearts.  There  is  a  passage  in  Scripture  also 
I  will  write  you.  A  man  went  to  Christ  and  asked  what 
he  should  do  to  inherit  Eternal  Life.  Jesus  told  him  to 
keep  the  commandments.  He  said  he  had  kept  them 
from  his  youth  up.  The  Saviour  told  him,  M  One  thing 
thou  lackest.  Sell  all  thou  hast,  and  give  to  the  poor, 
and  thou  shalt  have  treasure  in  heaven  \ "  and  so  you 
are  to  follow  him,  your.  Saviour.  The  man  was  very 
sorrowful,  for  he  had  great  riches.  But  remember,  on 
the  other  hand,  the  rich  man  who  thought  only  of  this 
life  would  not  give  to  Lazarus,  the  beggar.  What  was 
his  condition  in  the  other  world  ?  Christ  requires  us  to 
lay  up  our  treasures  in  heaven ;  "  for  where  our  treasure 
is,  our  heart  is  there  also."  We  cannot  love  God  if  we 
love  our  money,  neither  can  we  serve  him  as  we  ought. 
Riches  will  be  of  no  profit  in  a  dying  hour ;  and  then, 
can  we  expect  God's  mercy,  if  we  neglect  him  now  when 
he  is  calling  us? 

Above  all  things,  do  not  let  any  one  persuade  you  to 
neglect  your  duty.  Do  not  be  governed  by  any  opinion 
of  others.  Go  to  your  Bible.  Persons  will  endeavor  to 
convince  you  that  their  opinions  are  right  on  the  subject 
before  them,  —  for  uiptai.ee,  what  they  suppose  is  right  or 


INTRODUCTORY    TO    THE  POEMS.  1 3 

wrong ;  but  do  not  trust  to  erring  man.  Look  to  God. 
Go  to  your  Bible.  For  you  know  that  unless  a  man  be 
humble  so  as  to  receive  the  kingdom  of  God  as  a  little 
child,  he  cannot  enter  the  kingdom  of  heaven.  It  is  God 
who  gives  us  all  the  good  desires  that  we  have  ;  and 
so,  if  your  neighbor  does  things  that  are  not  right,  don't 
you  ;  neither  think  as  others  may,  without  first  going  to 
your  Bible  and  thoroughly  examining  the  truth  for  your- 
self.   You  must  be  taught  of  God,  in  order  to  please  him. 

Do  not  listen  to  slander.  If  a  person  says  anything 
against  another  person,  do  not  believe  it  until  you  have 
had  full  proof  that  you  can  trust  what  he  says,  and  that  it 
was  not  prejudice  which  induced  him  to  speak  ill  of  the 
individual. 

Never  circulate  reports,  or  bear  false  witness  against 
your  neighbor ;  neither  covet  what  belongs  to  another, 
but  be  content  with  what  you  have,  and  always  thank  God 
for  bestowing  upon  you  all  earthly  blessings.  Sometimes 
I  wish  for  things  I  can't  have  ;  but  when  I  find  myself 
breaking  the  commandment,  I  feel  wretchedly  to  think  I 
will  allow  myself  to  stoop  to  such  a  mean  thing,  and  to 
break  God's  command. 

I  will  send  you  by  this  packet  if  I  can,  or  shall  the 
first  opportunity,  two  games,  — one  called  the  interrogatory 

game  of  England,  and  one  on  useful  knowledge.  They 
rv  amusing  and  instructive,  and  you  must  play  them 
when  you  have  leisure.  One  game  is  historical.  There 
are  books  to  teach  them.  George  will  show  you  how, 
and  play  them  with  you.  and  you  will  gain  a  great  deal  of 
information  thereby.  When  you  understand  these,  1  will 
send  you  some 


14  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

Be  a  good  boy,  and  stick  to  your  good  resolutions  like 
a  man.  Do  not  forget  your  sister's  advice,  and  mind  all 
those  older.  Be  obedient  to  your  parents,  kind  to  your 
brothers  and  sisters.  Never  get  cross  or  peevish ;  it 
shows  such  a  weak  mind,  and  is  disobeying  God. 

Do  not  tell  falsehoods,  for  that  is  dreadful.  Keep  the 
Sabbath.  Neither  play  nor  make  a  noise  on  that  day, 
but  go  to  church,  and  do  your  duty  both  towards  God 
and  man.  Do  not  take  oaths.  Study,  and  obey  your 
master,  your  teacher.  Do  not  be  cross  and  ugly,  but 
strive  to  do  well,  and  you  will  be  rewarded  hereafter  with 
blessings  innumerable,  and  be  happy  through  eternity. 
Good-by,  my  dear  little  brother ;  I  shall  always  love  and 
remember  you  in  my  petitions  to  God. 

Sunday  is  most  dreadfully  desecrated  here.  I  have 
seen  persons  who  told  me  they  play  cards  for  money 
on  Sunday,  both  ladies  and  gentlemen,  and  it  is  a  day 
for  sport ;  I  go  to  church,  and  hear  excellent  preaching, 
truly  evangelical. 

Thus  this  youthful  teacher  of  Christ's  mercy 
could  write  from  Paris ;  her  deepest  anxiety  for 
the  dear  object  of  her  affections  being  that  he 
might,  by  the  discipline  of  such  early  sorrow,  be 
prepared  for  the  Sabbath  of  eternal  rest  and  bles- 
sedness in  heaven. 

The  tender,  prayerful,  loving  care  of  this  dear 
invalid  brother,  through  all  his  sufferings  and 
trials,  mental  and  spiritual,  was  resumed  on  her 
return  from  Europe,  and  was  as  the  ministration 


INTRODUCTORY   TO    THE  POEMS.         15 

of  guardian  angels,  with  the  consolations  of  the 
Holy  Spirit  mercifully  granted  in  the  presence  of 
the  Saviour,  even  unto  death.  And  so  a  bruised 
reed  will  he  not  break,  and  the  smoking  flax 
shall  he  not  quench,  because  he  was  bruised  for 
our  iniquities,  that  he  might  bind  up  the  broken- 
hearted and  comfort  all  that  mourn,  and  clothe 
them  with  the  garment  of  praise  for  the  spirit  of 
heaviness. 

It  would  require  volumes  to  describe  the 
beauty,  preciousness,  and  power  of  patient  and 
tender  love  in  a  religious  education,  and  the  cer- 
tainty of  the  blessing  of  God  in  Christ  attendant 
upon  it,  through  the  Holy  Spirit  the  Comforter, 
thus  taking  of  the  things  that  are  Christ's  and 
showing  them  to  the  soul.  These  lessons  are 
sweetly  illustrated  by  an  incident  in  the  life  of 
Rev.  Henry  Venn,  one  of  England's  best  minis- 
ters of  the  Gospel. 

One  of  his  daughters  married  a  widower  with 
a  family  of  young  children.  These  motherless 
little  ones  excited  a  strong  interest  in  his  heart. 
and  he  took  one  of  them,  only  three  years  old, 
to  his  home,  and  endeavored  to  train  up  the 
child   tor   heaven. 

The  first  thing  he  found  in  the  way  was  that 

the    poor   little   one    had    a   terror   of    being    in   the 


1 6  MEMORIAL    OFFERINGS. 

dark.  That  very  evening  he  took  him  by  the 
hand,  and  led  him  into  his  study,  where  the  shut- 
ters were  closed,  and  seating  him  on  his  knee, 
with  his  arm  close  around  him,  he  told  the  timid 
boy  so  wonderful  a  story  out  of  the  Bible  as 
made  the  child  forget  all  beside.  This  practice 
he  repeated  day  by  day,  till  the  story  in  the 
evening  came  to  be  anxiously  expected. 

"  You  will  sit  by  my  side  to-day,  John,  and 
hold  my  hands,  while  you  hear  a  new  Bible 
story,"  said  the  venerable  man,  after  many  a 
story  had  been  told  him  on  the  knee;  "  and  to- 
morrow you  will  like  to  sit  by  me  without  hold- 
ing my  hand  at  all,  will  you  not?"  This  point 
once  gained,  a  seat  at  a  little  distance  was  chosen, 
still  in  the  dark ;  then  one  opposite ;  then  one 
at  the  farthest  end  of  the  study ;  till  before  winter 
closed  the  little  one  had  entirely  forgotten  his 
fears  of  the  dark,  nor  did  they  at  any  period  of 
life  ever  recur  to  him. 

The  advice  and  instructions  given  by  this  dear 
good  grandfather  to  the  child  were  never  forgot- 
ten, but  were  often  quoted  ;  and  though  for  a  time 
the  boy  threw  off  the  restraints  of  religion,  and 
sought  happiness  in  the  world,  the  closing  words 
of  his  venerable  teacher  and  loving  friend  were 
never  forgotten,   and   in   after    life  were    repeated 


INTRODUCTORY   TO    THE  POEMS.         17 

to  his  children  and  grandchildren.  "  Remember, 
little  John,  if  anything  could  make  heaven  not 
heaven  to  me,  it  would  be  the  not  having  you 
with  me  there." 

God's  blessing  did  assuredly  follow  that  Chris- 
tian teaching;  and  after  a  long  life  spent  first 
in  actively  doing  good,  and  then  in  suffering  his 
Father's  will,  the  little  John  rejoined  his  loved 
and  honored  grandfather  in  the  skies,  frequently 
saying,  °  When  I  get  to  heaven,  how  I  shall 
bless  God  for  the  early  lessons  of  dear  Henry 
Venn  !  " 

"  Do  not  be  governed  by  any  opinion  of  oth- 
ers. Go  TO  YOUR  Bible  !  "  This  advice  is  helm, 
chart,  and  compass  for  the  soul. 

Connected  with  this,  we  add  the  following  ex- 
tract from  one  of  Mrs.  Cheever's  child-letters, 
many  years  later,  to  her  dear  little  nephew  Wyatt 
Taylor:  — 

Dear  utile  Wyatt,  —  I  hope  you  are  a  good  obe- 
dient  little  boy,  and  do  all  you  can  to  please  your  dear 
mamma  and  papa,  and  will  behave  pretty  to  everybody,  so 
they  will  all  love  you  a,  I  do.  I  think  all  will  love  you,  il 
you  arc  good  and  kind,  and  will  not  strike  any  our.  \  1 
One  likes  to  be  hurt  with  a  whip,  and  1  '111  Mire  dear  little 
\\  \.ii!   would  not  whip  or  hurt  any  one  it'  he  COllld  help  it 

Vesterdaj  1  was  in  the  village,  and  whom  do  you  think  I 
saw   who  inquired   for   that  dear   httle   bo)   Wyatt,  and 


1 8  MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 

when  he  was  coming  to  Englewood  ?  He  has  not  for- 
gotten your  pretty  bow.  Your  dear  uncle  loves  you  very 
much.  He  said  to-day  that  he  hoped  dear  little  Wyatt 
would  grow  up  a  great  and  good  man  ;  and  Wyatt's  aunty 
hopes  so  too.  You  will  grow  a  good  man  if  you  will  not 
let  naughty  Satan  get  into  your  heart.  Ask  God  to  keep 
him  from  you,  and  he  will,  for  he  can  chain  him  up, — 
that  bad  old  fellow,  who  is  always  trying  to  make  children 
naughty  and  disobedient.  He  wants  everybody  wicked 
like  himself,  but  the  good  God  wants  every  one  to  be 
good  and  happy ;  so  you  must  love  God,  and  ask  him 
every  day,  on  your  knees,  to  make  Wyatt  good. 


ANNIVERSARY  MEMORIAL  POEMS. 


THE  LOVE   THAT  LASTS. 

"TP  IS  not  a  flower  of  instant  growth, 
-1      But  from  an  unsuspected  germ, 

That  lay  within  the  hearts  of  both, 
Assumes  its  everlasting  form. 

As  daisy  buds  among  the  grass 

With  the  same  green  do  silent  grow, 

Nor  maids  nor  boys  that  laughing  pass 
Can  tell  if  thc>'  be  flowers  or  no, 

Till  on  some  genial  morn  in  May 
Their  timid,  modest  leaflets  i 

1  >■■  beauties  to  the  day 

'lh.it  strike  the  gazer  with  surprise; 


20  THE  LOVE   THAT  LASTS. 

So  soft,  so  sweet,  so  mild,  so  holy, 
So  cheerful  in  obscurest  shade, 

So  unpretending,  meek,  and  lowly, 
And  yet  the  pride  of  each  green  glade 

So  love  doth  spring,  so  love  doth  grow, 
If  it  be  such  as  never  dies ; 

The  bud  just  opens  here  below, 
The  flower  blooms  on  in  Paradise. 


THE  LOVE   THAT  GROWS.  21 


THE  LOVE  THAT  GROWS. 

THE  love  that  lasts  is  love  that  grows, 
A  life  that  consecrates  each  hour; 
As  from  the  bud  breaks  forth  the  rose, 
The  sweet  perfection  of  the  flower. 

With  age  afar,  and  time  all  young, 
Hope  boundeth  as  a  flying  fawn; 

Life's  harp  with  joyous  impulse  strung, 
And  as  the  soaring  lark  its  song. 

The  morning  star  foretells  the  dawn ; 

Then,  hidden  by  the  blaze  of  light, 
Beneath  the  veil  of  glory  drawn, 

It  waits  the  ministry  of  night. 

So  doth  our  lovely  rising  star 

Forth  from  the  bosom  of  the  deep 

With  undiminished  ray  afar 

Its  gentle  watch  above  us  keep. 

Oli,  love  is  like  the  morning  ^tar, 
And  dearer  than  the  rosy  dawn ; 

Oh,  love  is  like  tin-  evening  star, 
The  promise  of  a  brighter  morn.  — 


22  THE  LOVE    THAT  GROWS. 

The  earnest  of  immortal  day, 

That  all  the  singing  orbs  rehearse; 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away, 
A  new-created  universe. 

There  love's  soft  light  serene  abides, 
Where  every  soul  proclaims  the  word, 

And  in  ecstatic  glory  hides, 

Filled  with  the  fulness  of  its  God  ! 

And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
And  twilight  veils  the  silent  earth, 

Then  through  the  depths  of  ether  call 
The  prophets  of  our  heavenly  birth; 

And  through  the  boundless  universe, 
Resplendent  in  adoring  spheres, 

The  angelic  orbs  of  heaven  disclose 
The  heirship  of  eternal  years. 

So,  at  the  close  of  setting  day, 
Our  star  is  that  of  endless  love ; 

To  rise,  when  earth  hath  passed  away, 
Transcendent  in  the  heavens  above ! 


FIRST  ANNIVERSARY.  23 


I846. 

WHEN  Adam  walked  the  new-made  ground 
Before  the  fall  of  Eve, 
No  sin  in  Paradise  was  found, 

Nor  aught  the  mind  could  grieve. 

Angelic  visitants  were  guests ; 

The  new-created  pair, 
Like  them,  engaged  in  God's  behests, 

Wore  his  perfection  there. 

It  was  the  bliss  of  heaven  on  earth, 

A  life  of  perfect  love, 
That  in  its  sweet  but  transient  birth 

Drew  gazers  from  above. 

And  still  the  primal  love  of  God 

In  holy  wedlock  shines, 
According  to  his  gracious  word, 

In  veiled  but  heavenly  lines. 

And  still,  though  from  a  world  like  this 

The  perfect  take  their  flight, 
That  holy  gifl  retains  the  bliss 

Of  Eden'    fii  I  delight 


24  FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 

It  is  a  gift  whose  heavenly  grace 

Is  ever  pure  and  true ; 
It  is  a  flower  whose  scent  betrays 

The  region  where  it  grew. 

This  flower,  that  breathes  such  sweet  perfume 

Where'er  its  leaflets  stray, 
Hath  bloomed  for  us,  and  graced  our  home 

E'er  since  our  Wedding  Day. 


SECOND  ANNIVERSARY.  2$ 


1847. 


WE  've  wintered  and  summered  two  summers 
ago,  — 
Four  separate  seasons,  twice  over,  we  know ; 
But  the  same  loving  weather  continues  to  blow, 
Through  thunder  and  lightning,  hail,  rain,  and  snow. 

Oh,  the  daisy  buds  open,  but  only  in  spring; 
In  the  summer  the  robins  and  wood-pigeons  sing; 
In  the  autumn  the  birds  of  the  forest  take  wing, 
And  the  busy  bees  cease  making  honey  till  spring. 

But  love  is  a  honey  bee  all  the  year  long, 

And  a  bird  of  the  woods  never  ceasing  its  song, 

And  a  wind  from  all  quarters  that   never   blows 

wrong. 
And  a  daisy  in  blossom  that  ever  is  strong; 

And  a  brook  in  all  climates  that  will  have  its  ways, 
And  .1  book  full  of  old-fashioned  anthems  of  praise  ; 
And  a  voice  that  from  discord  ( >u\  harmony  raise, 
Nor  wearies  ol  singing  by  nights  or  by  da; 


26  SECOND  ANNIVERSARY. 

And  a  nestler  that  never  goes  gadding  about, 
And  a  fire  on  the  altar  that  never  goes  out, 
And  a  spell  putting  all  evil  spirits  to  rout, 
And  a  lore  of  economy  never  in  doubt; 

And  a  season  of  weather  as  fine  as  can  be, 
And  a  star  in  the  evening,  delightful  to  see ; 
And  a  wind  that  comes  laden  with  fragrance  to  me 
Like  a  breeze  from  the  land  to  a  sailor  at  sea. 

Oh,  winter  and  summer,  where  love  's  in  the  air, 
And  autumn  and  spring  are  all  fragrant  and  fair; 
Earth  loses  her  mantle  of  sadness  and  care, 
And  Eden  is  open  to  love  and  to  prayer. 


THIRD  ANNIVERSARY.  27 


I848.1 


IN  my  wanderings  o'er  the  earth, 
Weary,  desolate,-  and  sad, 
I  have  sometimes  found  the  worth 
Of  a  stone  to  make  me  glad. 

Not  a  stone  like  that  of  old 
Resting  under  Jacob's  head, 

Where,  within  his  mantle  rolled, 
Heaven  the  Patriarch  visited  ; 

Nor  a  stone  like  Rachel's  tomb, 
To  the  Patriarch's  anguish  given, 

Telling,  'midst  the  gathering  gloom, 
Of  a  saint  gone  up  to  heaven  ; 

Nor  like  those  pressed  by  the  feet, 
From  which,  in  the  earth's  cold  bed, 

God  could  raise,  if  he  saw   meet. 
Children  to  the  faithful  <.\ca(\  : 


1  Thi  mii<l  with  a  brooch, the  precious  brilliant 

;  which  was  found  by  me,  several  pears  before  mj  man 
tin-  ruins  <>t  th(_-  1  enisle  of  Karnalc  in  I  hi 


28  THIRD  ANNIVERSARY. 

Nor  a  stone  that  when  I  saw 
Knew  I  what  the  pebble  meant, 

Neither  by  what  loving  law 
I  to  gather  it  was  sent; 

Nor  that,  when  for  years  it  lay 
Meaningless,  neglected,  by, 

Aught  possessed,  that  one  could  say 
Shone  with  any  sacred  tie,  — 

With  a  feeling  of  the  heart, 
With  a  dream  of  future  good, 

With  a  fore-known  better  part, 
In  my  earthly  solitude  : 

Yet  a  stone  that  now  I  see 
Had  a  prophecy  of  bliss, 

Must  have  been  designed  for  me, 
In  the  world  that  governs  this. 

Wonderful !   that  when  it  lay 
By  old  Thebes'  colossal  piles, 

Ages  covered  from  the  day, 

'Midst  stupendous  frowning  aisles, 

It  should  there  connected  be 
With  the  dearest  gift  for  praise, 

Unknown,  even  in  dreams  to  me, 
In  the  heart  of  future  days; 


THIRD  ANNIVERSARY.  2Q 

There,  where  Sphynxed  avenues 
Lead  to  deep  and  awful  shrines, 

And  the  darkening  spirit  views 
Still  in  supernatural  lines 

Those  mysterious  sculptured  swarms 

Of  the  grim  Egyptian  brood, 
And  the  dreadful  demon  forms 

Of  the  world  before  the  flood, — 

There  within  the  deepest  gloom 
Karnak's  shadows  o'er  me  spread, 

Rose  a  prayer  from  Egypt's  tomb 
For  those  regions  of  the  dead. 

Then  this  old  Egyptian  stone 

Met  my  sad  but  careless  eye ; 
Rough,  unpolished,  small,  alone, 

Kept  for  me  I  know  not  why : 

But  I  know  there  may  be  hid, 

In  the  smallest  things  of  earth, 
Talismanic  powers  to  bid 

Vast  sequences  into  birth. 

'T  is  an  emblem,  polished,  bright, 
How  in  earthly  form  may  shine, 
tie,  I  leaven's  own  light, 

Unpretending  but  divine. 


30  THIRD  ANNIVERSARY. 

So,  dear  Love,  I  give  it  thee, 
Thou  the  dearest  gift  of  life ! 

This  bright  stone  was  given  to  me 
For  my  loved,  my  loving  wife. 

It  may  keep  when  summer  leaves 
The  last  time  have  dropped  away; 

It  may  keep  when  autumn  weaves 
Her  last  chaplet  of  decay: 

But  our  love  outlasts  the  earth; 

So  upon  celestial  wing 
Up  to  God,  who  gave  it  birth, 

Daily  shall  it  grateful  spring. 

From  this  holy  Sabbath  hour, 
Sacred  principle  of  Heaven, 

It  shall  prove  our  shield  and  power, 
Fresh  as  when  it  first  was  given. 


FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY.  3 1 


I849/ 


IF  all  the  flowers  of  earth  were  mine, 
And  all  intent  on  my  design ; 
If  all  the  seasons  of  the  year 
Could  bring  their  varied  treasures  here; 
If  I  could,  by  my  waving  hand, 
The  powers  of  either  pole  command  ; 
If  all  the  children  of  the  sun, 
And  all  his  light  ne'er  shines  upon, 
By  mountain  top,  in  ocean  caves, 
Chilled  by  the  snow,  beat  by  the  waves, 
Were  ministers  at  my  control, 
To  meet  the  wishes  of  my  soul,  — 
I  know  not,  Dearest,  what  could  prove 
An  offering  worthy  of  thy  love. 

The  secrets  of  the  deep  should  be 
Unlocked  and  ransacked  all  for  thee, 
And  I  would  gather  all  that  grows, — 
From  mountain  daisies  to  the  rose; 
The  tiniest  microscopic  flower, 
That  Springs  and  withers  in  an  hour, 

1  With  a  budding  pi  imi 


32  FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

And  that  for  which  kind  Nature's  tears 
Have  wept  unseen  a  hundred  years; 
The  everlasting  purple  bloom, 
That  fills  the  Orient  with  perfume; 
And  that  in  soft  Italian  vales, 
Whose  nightly  blossom  never  fails; 
And  that  which  on  Hymettus'  top 
In  sweetest  honey  dew  doth  drop; 
And  that  for  which  Chamouny's  bees 
Fly  o'er  the  Alpine  frozen  seas. 

If  there  be  blossoming  shrubs  that  grow 
With  Iceland  moss  beneath  the  snow ; 
If  there  be  blossoms,  fed  by  fire, 
Whose  life  volcanic  streams  inspire,  — 
These  all  should  spread  their  wild  array 
With  those  that  open  to  the  day. 

All  that  the  Persian  maiden  loves 
In  orange  or  acacia  groves; 
All  that  the  Indian  daughters  wear 
Tied  in  the  fillets  of  their  hair; 
And  all  that  in  the  Eastern  Isles 
Wake  laughing  in  the  sun's  glad  smiles, 
And  pour  upon  the  lingering  breeze 
Their  spicy  odors  o'er  the  seas ; 
All  that  in  beds  of  garden  mould 
Their  cherished  loveliness  unfold, 
And  all  that  in  the  forest  hide 
Their  beauty  from  the  eye  of  pride, 


FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY.  33 

Or  breathe  perpetual  fragrance  round, 
Where  never  trace  of  life  was  found ; 
Or  shed  in  wild  Arabian  air 
An  unregarded  sweetness,  where 
There's  neither  pilgrim  on  his  way, 
Nor  bird  to  sing,  nor  man  to  pray. 

But  who  could  count  from  wreaths  like  these: 
With  all  the  fruit  of  Eden's  trees 
And  all  the  wondrous  plants  of  ocean, 
The  worth  of  one  true  heart's  devotion, 
Or  weave  a  gift,  by  earthly  art, 
To  match  one  sigh  from  such  a  heart? 

Thus,  Dearest,  I  can  never  bring 
To  thee  a  worthy  offering; 
But  what  I  bring  thou  'It  kindly  take, 
And  tliink  \  is  worthy  for  my  sake. 
If  I  a  primrose  bring  to  thee, 
A  primrose  only  \  will  not  be ; 
But  cherished  as  a  mark  of  love, 
Of  hidden  virtue,  it  shall  prove     ■ 
To  bless  and  cheer  full  many  an  hour, 
When  costlier  things  have  lost  their  power. 

Perhaps  thou  'It  say  a  book  bestowed 
The  offering  to  the  season  owed 
Had  better  symbolized  and  paid, 

Than  a  pale  gentle  flower,  arrayed 
Not  in  the  summer's  bridal  dr< 
But  autumn's  era>  er  lovelim 


34  FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

But  flowers  arc  books,  the  sweetest  leaves 
That  Nature's  wisdom  ever  weaves, 
And  wise  and  gentle  hearts  we  need, 
Their  deep  and  varied  lore  to  read; 
Some  melancholy  lessons,  too, 
We  would  not  have  them  hide  from  view. 

So,  Dearest,  when  the  bud  shall  bear 
Its  primrose  blossom,  pale  and  fair, 
To  fall  as  forest  leaves  away,  — 
A  sad  sweet  bloom,  a  quick  decay,  — 
Remember,  not  beneath  the  skies 
Springs  any  flower  of  Paradise, 
To  reach  its  perfect  state  below, 
And  as  our  wishes  would,  to  grow. 
For  love  itself,  true  love,  was  given 
To  point  us  to  a  brighter  day, 
To  cheer  us  on  our  pilgrim  way, 
Then  bloom  among  the  flowers  of  heaven. 
'Tis  in  the  bud  of  promise  here; 
But  where  the  River,  bright  and  clear, 
Flows  living  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  pours  its  crystal  stream  abroad, 
'T  is  there  the  endless  flower  is  shown, 
'Tis  there  the  eternal  fruit  is  known. 

There  do  the  angels  rest,  and  we 
May  the  same  light  of  glory  see: 
Oh,  blessed  hope  !   always  above, 
Dwelling  in  God ;  for  God  is  love. 


FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  35 


1850. 


THERE  was  a  day,  five  years  away,  — 
Five  happier  years  were  never  known, 
A  Bird  from  Paradise  astray 

Into  mine  open  door  had  flown. 

A  Bird  at  first,  whose  form,  I  ween, 
The  knowledge  of  its  race  forbid ; 

None  but  the  angels  could  have  seen 
One  of  themselves  thus  lowly  hid. 


A  Bird  in  form,  its  wings  concealed 
The  signets  of  a  heavenly  birth, 

Till  sweetly,  day  by  day  revealed, 

You  saw  the  friendly  stranger's  worth; 

And  as  the  weeks  went  gliding  by, 

T  was  plain  a  loving  soul  was  there, — 
A    -ul  belonging  to  the  sky. — 

A    Aft  from  heaven,  for  praise  and  prayer. 


36  FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Beneath  the  lowliest  disguise 

God  help  us  find  what  God  has  given ! 

Too  oft  we  only  learn  to  prize 

Our  blessings  when  resumed  to  Heaven! 

There  was  a  morn,  five  years  are  gone, 

Its  light  can  never  be  forgot ; 
It  was  the  sweet  and  sacred  dawn 

Of  blessings  in  a  desert  spot,  — 

A  lonely  spot  where  shadows  led, 

And  darkening  thoughts  increased  the  gloom  ; 
But  since  that  lovely  light  has  played, 

A  flowering  fragrance  fills  the  room. 

That  sacred  morn,  —  I  mind  it  now, 

The  sweetness  of  its  first  repast; 
We  thought  such  happiness  below, 

Like  Eden's  bliss,  too  pure  to  last. 

Yet  every  day  since  that  has  flown 

Has  scattered  blessings  from  its  wings, 

And  still  we  drink,  before  unknown, 
The  tide  of  love's  most  hidden  springs. 

So  shall  it  be,  by  grace  divine, 

As  long  as  years  on  earth  arc  given; 

T:ll  twilight  fades,  and  stars  decline, 
Lost  in  the  perfect  light  of  heaven. 


SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY.  37 


l85I. 


BELOVED  wife,  together  have  we  known, 
Since  thy  last  Bridal  Festival  hath  flown, 
Experience  varied,  lights  and  shadows  cast 
Over  the  path  our  lingering  feet  have  passed; 
Mercy  in  Mercy's  guise  not  all  our  lot,  — 
Unmingled  blessings  quickly  are  forgot,  — 
But  sacred  cups  of  trial,  sweetly  given 
To  keep  our  hearts  nearer  to  God  and  heaven. 
Oh,  for  his  sorrows  sent  we  bless  his  name, 
For  he  was  with  us  when  the  trials  came! 

His  love  commissioned  them,  his  grace  imparts 
A  sanctifying  power  to  cleanse  our  hearts, 
By  such  a  discipline  of  costliest  love 
Bearing  the  chastened  spirit  far  above. 
Trials  are  sent  to  keep  us  from  despair; 
Blessings  unmingled  soon  might  land  us  there. 
Self-disappointment  leads  to  self-distrust, 
But  soul-  at  ease  arc  covered  thick  with  rust 
Of  self-indulgence  and  forgetful  sloth, 
That  quick  consumes  all  virtue,  like  the  moth. 
The  habits,  thought  to  have  been  kept  with  care, 
Brought  out  and  shaken,  prove  unfit  to  wear. 


38  SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Such  waste  of  heavenly  grace  God  will  prevent; 

Therefore  his  discipline  is  duly  sent, 

The  evils  that  were  gathering  to  remove, 

And  keep  the  affections  warm  with  heavenly  love. 

Our  virtues  all  need  exercise  and  air, 
Our  graces  must  be  gained  from  God  in  prayer, 
Or  they  are  all  mere  counterfeits, — the  same 
Base  metal  with  our  sins,  only  the  name 
Cunningly  changed,  and  a  false  seal  applied. 
The  trick  perhaps  unknown  till  the  piece,  tried 
In  Heaven's  own  mint  and  the  gross  lie  discerned, 
Is  worthless  found,  fit  only  to  be  burned. 

If  then  our  hearts,  by  heavenly  wisdom  scanned, 
Some  remedy,  severe  and  prompt,  demand, . 
For  growing  unseen  ills,  that  God  may  see, 
Unchecked,  would  lead  to  endless  misery, 
Is  it  not  mercy,  when  he  lays  us  low, 
And  strikes,  unsparing,  the  correcting  blow? 
Is  it  not  love  to  take  away  our  dross, 
That,  left,  would  work  the  soul's  eternal  loss > 
And  when  two  hearts  on  earth  are  close  allied, 
If  God  strikes  cither,  both  arc  sorely  tried. 
Thine  ill  must  be  mine  own,  the  blow  on  me 
1  >oubly  afflictive,  suffered  first  by  thee. 
Perhaps  the  painful  discipline  was  meant, 
Pointed  and  sharpened  with  this  marked  intent: 
Tis  I  have  caused  thy  pain;   God  aims  his  dart, 
At  my  transgressions,  through  thy  wounded  heart. 


SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY.  39 

Oh,  for  the  grace  such  teaching  to  apply, 
And  find  the  hidden  evils  where  they  lie ! 
May  he  who  bade  the  process  make  it  sure, 
And  with  the  medicine  send  the  gracious  cure  ! 
And  oh,  how  great  the  grace  that  hears  our  prayer, 
And  calls  us  back  from  death,  when  near  despair  ! 
How  sweet  the  love  that  health  restored  doth  grant; 
And  still  supplies,  preventing  every  want ! 
May  the  same  hourly  grace  to  each  be  given, 
That  both,  as  one,  may  keep  the  race  to  heaven  ! 

The  Lord  be  with  thee,  Dearest,  and  reveal, 
Clear  to  thy  heart  the  blissful  heavenly  seal 
Of  his  electing  love,  and  that  new  name, 
By  which,  when  time  is  ended,  he  will  claim 
Thy  raptured  soul,  redeemed,  in  heaven  to  shine, 
Among  his  jewels,  for  his  praise  divine  ! 
In  the  same  wondrous  love  and  grace  to  share, 
Ma}-  I,  though  all  unworthy,  yet  be  there  ! 


40  SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1852. 


'r  I  MS  just  a  week  of  years,  beloved  wife, 
J-      Since  thou  and  I  were  bound  in  the  same 
life. 
With  what  content  and  peace  the  time  has  flown, 
Heaven's  gentlest  radiance  on  our  pathway  thrown  ! 
The  kindest  discipline,  when  most  severe, 
And  still  increasing  mercies  every  year, 
Proving  God's  patient  love  and  tender  care, 
Till  now  the  Sabbath  hallows  with  its  ray 
The  dear  memorial  of  our  wedding  day! 
Sacred  septennial  seal  of  years  so  blest, 
And  precious  earnest  of  eternal  rest ! 

What  can  we  render  for  such  kindness  shown? 
How  meet  the  claims  upon  our  being  thrown? 
Shall  any  object  of  affection  dare 
Usurp  the  place  that  nought  with  God  may  share? 
The  strongest  flame  of  love  that  ever  burned, 
In  any  heart  from  sin's  dread  madness  turned, 
Were  a  small  offering,  though  sincerely  brought, 
For  grace  so  high  beyond  the  reach  of  thought. 


SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  41 

Yet  oft  the  greatest  blessings  lead  astray 

The  soul  they  should  have  kept  in  God's  own  way ; 

The  very  fire  that  makes  our  nature  blest, 

May  light  an  idol's  altar  in  the  breast; 

And  e'en  the  power  of  love,  by  God  bestowed, 

Whirls  many  a  lost  one  in  the  downward  road ; 

Dread  profanation  of  the  cup  of  joy, 

Held  but  for  ruin,  drank  but  to  destroy! 

Pondering  these  claims  of  God,  an  anxious  heart 
Found  in  the  pages  of  our  life's  great  Chart, 
Between  the  lines  of  heaven  and  earth  perplext, 
Sudden  bright  guidance  from  a  radiant  text, 
Heavenly  and  earthly  in  the  same  sweet  sphere, 
For  quick  dismissal  of  suggested  fear; 
A  sacred  warrant  for  the  largest  throne, 
Ere  yet  by  woman's  loved  dominion  won, 
Than  which  imagination  could  not  dream 
Absolute  rule,  wider  or  more  supreme. 


As  CJirist  JiatJi  loved  the  Churchy  so  love  thy  wife! 
What  wondrous  words,  transfiguring  all  our  life 
Of  wedded  happiness  with  heavenly  grac 
Exalting  our  affections  to  tin-  place 
Of  holiest  piety,  in  Love  Divine, 

Such  .1^  in  Christ's  own  nature  hath  its  shrine  I 

As  Christ  ha  th  loved  the  Chin  eh  !  There  is  no  flaw 

Nor  shade  of  evil,  in  this  hoi)-  law; 


\2  SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

No  hazard  of  idolatry  is  here;  — 
Impossible  to  hold  that  gift  too  dear, 
Which  God  hath  set  in  such  celestial  light, 
That  thou  mayst  love  with  thy  whole  being's  might, 
Nor  ever  stand  reproved ;   since  by  this  rule 
Too  far  thou  canst  not  go  in  Christ's  own  school ; 
Love  all  thou  mayst,  thou  shalt  incur  no  blame,  — 
'Tis  simple  duty,  in  the  Saviour's  name! 

Yet  mark  the  words,  —  for  't  is  a  holy  light 
From  the  first  shining,  if  thou  read  aright,  — 
Thou  canst  not  keep  the  Saviour's  sweet  command, 
Its  depths  of  glory  canst  not  understand, 
Except  on  him  thy  heart  be  fixed  above 
All  earthy  objects  of  a  creature's  love. 
Only  by  grace  from  sin  and  self  set  free, 
Canst  thou  love  anything  as  He  loved  thee. 
Then  search  the  passage  well,  and  still  beware 
Lest  thou  mistake  the  lines  of  glory  there ; 
When  love  like  Christ  to  his  dear  Church  is  given, 
The  flaming  chariot  takes  us  up  to  heaven. 

Therefore  the  Church  of  old  hath  justly  lent 
To  this  dear  bond  the  name  of  Sacrament; 
'T  was  even  so  by  heavenly  grace  designed, 
A  hallowed  life  appointed  for  mankind; 
A  sacred  bliss  approved  by  Heaven's  own  seal, 
Which  Satan's  art  could  not  from  Eden  steal. 


SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  43 

Amidst  the  wreck  of  Paradise  retained, 

The  glory  of  our  race  it  still  remained, 

Till  Christ  in  person  deigned  to  ratify, 

And  with  his  presence  bless  the  holy  tie ; 

E'en  to  himself  its  mystic  force  applied, 

And  called  the  Church  on  earth  his  holy  Bride. 


44  EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1853. 


/^\H,  who  the  happiness  can  tell, 

^-^    When  hearts  that  wisely  love  and  well, 

Familiar,  through  the  lapse  of  years, 

With  mutual  trials,  joys,  and  fears, 

In  the  same  life  together  grow, 

Nor  any  separate  interest  know? 

The  world  may  court  or  smile  or  frown;  — 
Claim  friendship  first,  and  then  disown ; 
WThat  care  they  how  its  fashions  change? 
Theirs  is  an  independent  range; 
Opinion,  habit,  taste,  and  thought, 
To  Truth's  eternal  standard  brought. 

Earth's  changes  only  can  increase 
That  inward  and  celestial  peace, 
Which  love,  so  sacred,  deep,  and  pure, 
Doth  render  permanent  and  sure, 
Because  it  hath  the  seal  of  God, 
And  tends  to  his  divine  abode. 


EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY.  45 

But  bliss  below,  without  alloy, 

We  never  safely  can  enjoy; 

And  the  world's  pleasures,  at  their  best, 

Are  but  a  sin-defiled  rest, 

Which  they  who  seek  as  their  chief  aim, 

Find  an  inheritance  of  shame. 


And  therefore  to  the  loved  of  heaven 
Affliction's  sacred  shield  is  given, 
To  save  from  those  envenomed  darts 
Aimed  by  the  Tempter  at  our  hearts; 
And  sorrow  is  Faith's  telescope, 
Held  by  the  gentle  hand  of  Hope. 

So,  looking  where  the  bulwarks  shine, 
Of  our  inheritance  divine, 
The  sufferings  of  our  mortal  state 
Are  balanced  by  "the  eternal  weight; 
And  trials  pass  like  summer  showers, 
And  then  a  lovelier  growth  of  flowers. 

Thus  joys  and  griefs  alike  may  be 
( )ur  Father's  holy  ministry ; 
And  all  events  of  life  shall  prove 
A    ;entle  discipline  of  love, 
Not  severing,  but  uniting  more, 
The  hearts  that  grew  as  one  before. 


46  EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

And  such  is  wedlock's  bliss,  when  they 

Appointed  its  celestial  way, 

Each  other's  burdens  sweetly  bear, 

Each  other's  daily  pleasures  share, 

In  social  life  or  solitude, 

In  lonely,  sad,  or  cheerful  mood. 

Nor  can  diviner  gift  be  given 

Than  such  a  precious  boon  from  heaven. 

It  is  the  air  of  Paradise, 

Not  wholly  gone  beyond  the  skies ; 

The  angel  keepers  of  the  gate 

Still  watch  upon  our  wedded  state. 


Dear  friends  predicted  once,  that  when 
Five  years  we  had  been  married,  then 
Affection  should  have  stronger  grown, 
Than  in  the  poet's  honeymoon; 
And  that  the  promise  is  found  true, 
Is  owing,  Dearest  Love,  to  you. 

For  still,  howe'er  the  world  went  round, 
Unchanged  at  home  I  've  always  found 
A  light  to  cheer,  a  smile  to  greet,  — 
A  welcome,  peaceful,  calm  retreat, 
Calm  as  an  inland  lake's  green  shore 
Far  from  the  sea's  intrusive  roar. 


EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY.  47 

And  still  may  God  grant  us  to  know 
The  blessings  of  such  overflow 
Of  mercies  from  his  sovereign  hand, 
To  fit  us  for  that  heavenly  land, 
Where  Eden's  bliss  shall  be  renewed, 
Nor  sin,  nor  unbelief,  intrude, 

But  Love  Divine  bears  endless  rule, 
The  fruit  of  Christ's  own  lowly  school; 
Where  those  who  walked  in  his  dear  light 
Shall  shine  in  robes  of  glory  bright, 
To  show  angelic  beings  there  — 
Themselves  once  victims  of  despair  — 

The  likeness  of  their  dying  Lord, 
The  Man  of  Grief,  the  Incarnate  Word; 
The  sweetness  of  their  Shepherd's  care, 
Faith,  Hope,  and  Love  perfected  there, — 
Three  endless  graces,  Faith  and  Hope  and  Lore. 
Begun  on  earth,  to  reign  in  heaven  a  In 


48  NINTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1854. 

ANOTHER  year  on  wings  of  time 
Has  wafted  us  along ; 
And  Rhyme  and  Reason  still  maintain 
The  old  familiar  song, — 

The  dear  old  household  melody 

Of  husband  and  of  wife, 
The  music  of  the  heart  that  thrills 

The  pulse  of  daily  life,  — 

The  dear  old  song  that  stirred  the  soul 

Upon  our  wedding  day, 
The  music  of  the  vow  in  which 

We  gave  ourselves  away. 

The  vow  for  Eve  in  Paradise 

And  Adam  to  fulfil,  — 
The  same  old  vow ;   and  Love,  he  is 

The  Covenanter  still. 

He  builds  his  altar  in  the  soul, 

And  lights  the  sacred  fire, 
And  calls  the  angels  from  the  skies 

To  listen  to  his  choir. 


NINTH  ANNIVERSARY.  49 

So  precious  is  the  flame  of  love, 

No  true  abiding  bliss, 
In  earth  below,  or  heaven  above, 

But  owes  its  life  to  this. 

All  other  things  grow  old  with  time, 

But  love  preserves  its  youth ; 
The  world  is  full  of  flaunting  shows, 

But  love  is  full  of  truth. 

Mere  beauty  loses  all  its  charms 

And  vanishes  away ; 
But  love  grows  lovelier  still  with  age, 

Superior  to  decay. 

The  upper  and  the  nether  springs 

Of  worldly  joy  depart ; 
But  love  forever  still  renews 

Its  fountain  in  the  heart. 

It  cannot  cease,  it  cannot  waste, 

The  essence  God  has  given  : 
But  when  the  life  of  earth  is  past, 

Becomes  the  life  of  heaven. 


50  TENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1855. 

THE  dear,  romantic  morn  returns  again, 
Breathing  upon  us  like  an  early  spring, 
Whose  gentle,  brooding  influences  bring 
Disclosure  of  that  season  soft  and  fair; 
In  mild  and  cloudless  sunrise  after  rain, 
With  sweetest  vernal  fragrance  in  the  air, 
And  fond,  delightful  memories  clustering  there. 

Sweet  the  review  where  every  step  fulfils 
The  brightest  promise  of  so  fair  a  dawn ; 
And  from  the  opening  of  the  golden  morn, 
When  hope  was  in  the  bud,  whose  blossoms  now, 
And  golden  fruitage,  hang  on  every  bough, 
Through  quiet  hours  a  grace  divine  distils, 
In  generous  confluence  from  a  thousand  rills. 

Through  the  soft  air  of  this  celestial  day 

(  )ur  faith  is  turned  to  sight,  and  grateful  sings; 

The  unfolding  clouds  disclose  angelic  wings; 

Pictures  of  Paradise  around  us  play; 

I  leaven's  open  gate  the  light  upon  us  flings; 

Dear  friendly  forms  are  beckoning  us  away, 

And  voices  sweet  invite  to  praise  and  pray. 


TENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  51 

If  from  the  sky  adown  to  our  abode, 

As  when  the  Patriarch  saw  the  shining  throng, 

A  ladder  hung,  and  angels  brought  from  God, 

In  open  sight,  their  daily  gifts  along, 

This  would  be  mercy's  proof,  but  not  so  strong 

As  our  experience  of  Heaven's  love  appears, 

Through  the  bright  vista  of  the  past  ten  years. 

Beloved  wife  !   our  knowledge  of  such  grace, 
So  long  renewed,  and  dearer  every  year, 
Should  teach  us  confidence,  and  banish  fear; 
Yet  if  the  path  of  life  were  set  with  cares, 
Thy  loving  heart  would  follow  them  with  praise. 
The  steps  of  Jacob's  angel-trodden  stairs 
Are  one  way  blessings,  and  the  other  prayers. 

All  blessings  rest  upon  thy  gentle  heart, 

My  constant,  cherished,  tried,  and  faithful  wife  ! 

Thou  art  the  angel  of  my  daily  life ; 

Thy  presence  doth  each  hour  a  charm  impart, 

Beyond  the  reach  of  nature,  wealth,  or  art; 

Thy  steps  make  a  Bethesda  for  our  cares, 

And  every  day  a  robe  of  beaut)-  wears. 


52  ELEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1856. 


MY  loving,  gentle,  faithful  wife, 
How  dear  the  tranquil  play 
Of  the  same  spring  of  happy  life, 
That  blest  our  wedding  day  ! 

In  sacred  coloring  of  its  own 

Rose  that  delightful  dawn, 
And  every  year  hath  brighter  shone 

Its  sweet  memorial  morn. 

And  still  it  burns  divinely  bright, 

With  blessings  hourly  given ; 
Though  God  hath  quenched  their  loveliest  light, 

Thy  babe  withdrawn  to  heaven. 

So  soon  withdrawn  !      I  low  like  a  dream, 

A  shadowy,  changing  cloud; 
Where  life  and  death  conflicting  gleam, 

Those  solemn  memories  crowd  ! 


ELEVENTH   ANNIVERSARY.  53 

And  strangely  soft  and  bright  and  clear, 

That  cherub  face  appears, 
As  if  a  star  had  wandered  here, 

A  soul  from  other  spheres. 

Still  doth  the  heavenly  vision  shine ; 

It  cannot  fade  away, 
Though  merged  amidst  the  light  divine 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

We  are  a  happier  circle  now, 

A  perfect  threefold  cord ; 
Not  less  rejoicing  here  below, 

For  one  at  home  with  God. 

And  He  whose  grace  perfects  on  earth 

The  holy  marriage  tie, 
Will  reunite,  by  heavenly  birth, 

Its  broken  links  on  hiLrh. 


54  ELEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


THY  BABE  IN   HEAVEN. 


IN  what  brief  space  life's  lessons  are  condensed  !  — 
Fear,  hope,  joy,  sorrow,  pain,  and  grief  extreme  ; 
Conflicts  and  pressures  ;  destinies  commenced, 
Then  broken,  like  the  changes  of  a  dream. 

A  birth,  a  death,  a  burial,  all  in  one  ! 

O  God,  whose  sovereign  hand  presents  the  cup, 
Grant  us  the  grace  to  say,  "  Thy  will  be  done," 

And  with  submissive  sorrow  drink  it  up. 

At  what  deep  cost  experience  hath  unsealed 

The  hidden  mystery  of  maternal  love  ! 
Thy  new-born  child  those  depths  unknown  revealed, 

Then  dying  carried  all  their  springs  above. 

Life  given  and  life  resumed  !  God's  will  be  done  ! 

But  oh,  how  lovely  \\ ns  the  babe  on  earth  !  — 
An  infant  cherub,  only  seen,  then  gone, 

Passing  angelii   t>>  its  heavenly  birth. 


ELEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  55 

A  radiant  sunbeam  gliding  through  the  storm, 
A  star  dropped  softly  from  the  realms  of  bliss  ! 

Strange,  painful  struggle  of  its  beauteous  form 
To  gain  an  entrance  to  a  world  like  this  ! 

When  by  the  mother's  side  all  gently  laid, 

It  sweetly  breathed,  it  nestled  —  oh,  how  fair !  — 

'Twas  ecstasy  to  see  ;  and  ne'er  can  fade 
That  vision  of  the  angel  folded  there. 

Its  small  round  hand  laid  softly  on  her  breast, 
As  conscious  of  a  mother's  dear  embrace, 

Sweet  by  her  side  its  lightly  breathing  rest, 
Sweet  the  expression  of  its  happy  face ! 

God's  gracious,  wondrous,  and  most  precious  boon, 

Immortal,  and  unutterably  dear, 
Why  must  it  be  resumed  to  heaven  so  soon? 

Why  could  it  not  remain  a  few  days  here? 

What  rapture  to  have  trained  its  lisping  tongue, 
And  clasped  its  little  hands  in  infant  prayer, 

Lulled  its  soft  slumbers  with  the  angel's  song, 
And  made  its  heavenly  life  our  earliest  rare  ! 

But,  dearest,  see,  ulnae  peai  e  and  glory  r 
Thy  babe,  a  seraph  in  the  s<  hool  of  heaven, 

There  all  thy  treasures  lost  thou  shall  regain, — ■ 
\<>t  lost,  but  kindl)  kept,  as  they  were  given. 


56  ELEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Then  with  this  trial  take  the  song  of  praise ; 

Thou  hast  a  little  one  at  home  with  God, 
And  in  the  glory  of  thy  Saviour's  face 

Shalt  know  him  thine  in  that  divine  abode. 

Perhaps  on  thee  his  guardian  spirit  waits, 

Perhaps  breathes  comfort  o'er  thy  troubled  breast, 

Perhaps  will  be  the  first  at  glory's  gates 
To  sing  thy  welcome  to  eternal  rest  1 

August,  1856. 


TWELFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  $7 


1857. 


AS  over  the  stormy  ocean 
The  mariner  drove  his  prow, 
The  men  cried  out  in  terror, 

"Turn  backward  with  us  now; 
We  '11  follow  thee  no  longer 

O'er  the  dark  and  endless  main ! 
We  are  the  many,  and  thou  but  one; 
So  turn  with  us  again. 

"  We  are  plunging  farther  and   farther 

From  home  and  the  land  of  light ; 
*T  is  the  fiend  that  is  luring  us  onward, 

'T  will  soon  be  boundless  night. 
Return  to  the  Guadalquiver, 

Or  we  '11  cast  thee  into  the  sea." 
Then  he  said,  "  Wait  till  to-morrow; 

( Hve  one  day  more  t<>  me. 

"  Wait  hut  another  sunset, 

And  the  nun  shall  have  their  u  a\   " 

So  In-  watched  the  stars,  and  prayed  that  night, 
And  the  land-breeze  blew  next  day, 


58  TWELFTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

And  the  sea-weed  floated  round  him, 
And  a  bird  in  the  air  flew  near; 

So  he  knew  the  land  was  not  far  off, 
And  the  mariners  lost  their  fear. 


Leaves,  sea-weed,  broken  branches, 

And  the  wild  fowl  in  the  sky, 
Oft  minister  God's  good  purpose 

When  the  waves  beat  black  and  high ; 
And  if  sailors  hear  the  singing 

Of  birds  in  the  forest  wild, 
Or  the  faint  and  distant  ringing 

Of  the  church  bells  chiming  mild, 

Or  a  dream  of  the  way-worn  pilgrim 

Cradles  him  as  a  child, 
Then  the  heart  forgets  its  terrors 

And  its  fears  are  all  beguiled ; 
So  a  sight  of  Jacob's  ladder 

Turns  night  into  the  day, 
And  joyful  on  a  stormy  sea 

The  soul  will  sing  and  pray. 

And  the  angel's  song  of  welcome 
From  the  sunn)-  fragrant  land 

Can  make  it  laugh  at  losses, 

Though  the  ship  lies  on  the  strand. 


TWELFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  59 

Such  a  song  before  me  floated, 

Through  the  roar  of  maddening  wrongs, 
And  I  slept  in  a  sweet  pavilion 

Amidst  the  strife  of  tongues. 

The  watchers  round  us,  Dearest, 

Were  heavenly  and  divine, 
And  oft  encouragement  from  heaven 

Came  to  my  heart  through  thine ; 
And  now  that  the  land  is  nearer, 

And  the  Paradise  over  the  sea, 
Because  of  thy  words  in  the  tempest, 

Thou  art  nearer  and  dearer  to  me. 

Was  the  twelfth  a  year  of  trial? 

Yet  was  it  for  our  good, 
And  we  are  farther  on  our  way; 

God's  Medicine  is  Food. 
Then  build  another  pillar, 

Memorial  of  his  grace, 
And  on  its  summit  set  the  light 

Of  watchfulness  and  praise. 


6o  THIRTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1858. 


MY  dearest  wife  !  thy  youthful  heart 
Keeps  mine  from  growing  old ; 
And  in  the  warmth  thy  thoughts  impart, 
Its  quickened  germs  unfold. 

Thy  light  as  of  a  summer's  morn, 

Clear  shining  after  rain, 
Oft  from  my  drooping  mind  has  drawn 

The  veil  of  grief  and  pain. 

Thy  gentleness  is  like  the  spring 

When  fragrant  buds  appear, 
And  at  thy  voice  their  blossoming 

Continues  all  the  year. 

Full  many  a  time  the  sinking  prey 

Almost  of  dread  despair, 
Thy  radiant  smiles  have  swept  away 

A  firmament  of  care. 


THIRTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  61 

Out  of  the  gloom  breaks  forth  the  glow 

As  of  an  angel's  form, 
When  thou  dost  fling  the  beauteous  bow 

Of  promise  o'er  the  storm. 

Thy  cheerfulness  forbids  my  fears ; 

And  with  such  love  beguiled, 
If  I  should  live  a  hundred  years 

I  still  should  be  a  child. 


62  FOURTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1859. 


THESE  clustered  violets,  soft  enclosed 
Amid  their  fresh  green  leaves, 
The  type  sincere,  I  bring,  dear  wife, 
Of  what  my  heart  receives, — 

Of  daily  fragrant,  gentle  grace, 

Renewed  and  blooming  still, 
With  which  thy  wealth  of  early  love 

Its  promise  doth  fulfil. 

The  rose  and  mignonette  may  weave 

A  more  superb  array, 
But  still  the  dear  forget-me-not 

Maintains  its  earliest  sway. 

No  flower  that  Eden  ever  bore 

Within  its  sacred  breast, 
Creation's  morning  light  revealed, 

In  sweeter  beauty  drest. 


FOURTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  6$ 

Yet  sweeter  than  the  violet's  bloom 

Thy  love,  dear  faithful  wife, 
Each  year  new  beauty  doth  assume, 

Transfiguring  all  our  life. 

May  ever  thus  to  life's  last  hour 

Its  sacred  power  be  known, 
Till  those  whom  God  made  one  on  earth 

Are  one  before  God's  throne ! 


64  FIFTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


i860. 

MY  loving,  constant,  faithful,  gentle  wife, 
The    evening  star,  when  day  prepares  to 
part, 
Sheds  not  a  sweeter  radiance  o'er  the  sky 
Than  thou  amid  the  shadows  on  my  heart. 

I  hail  the  sweet  return,  on  annual  wing, 
Of  that  memorial  morn  of  wedded  love, 

When  like  a  snow-drop  in  the  early  spring, 
Or  voice  in  Eastern  land  of  turtle-dove, 

I  knew  by  thee  the  winter  past  and  gone, 

And  summer  came  with  melody  and  flowers; 

Thou  wast  the  prophet  of  a  sacred  home, 
And  seasons  guarded  by  celestial  powers. 

And  still,  beloved  wife,  but  one  in  heart, 
In  the  sweet  union  of  our  bridal  vow, 

Dear  loving  wife,  our  Lord's  injunction  given 
In  blissful  tenderness  to  us  below, 

Is  the  sure  prophet  of  that  love  in  heaven 

Of  which  his  grace  permits  some  foretastes  now, — 

Dear  Earnests  of  the  bliss  awaiting  there 
The  objects  of  his  never-ceasing  care. 


SIXTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  65 


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OH,  dearest  wife,  the  strength  of  love 
Can  ne'er  be  known  by  speech ; 
The  ocean  of  its  sacred  depths 
No  measuring  line  can  reach. 

In  vain  shall  poetry  essay 

Its  form  divine  to  paint; 
But  every  lover  knows  to-day 

It  makes  him  half  a  saint, 

And  half  a  poet.     Witness  bear, 

Ye  masters  of  the  lyre  ! 
Who  taught  your  anient  strains  to  breathe 

Creative  power  and  fire? 

Was  it  not  love?     Could  e'er  on  earth 

blest  a  School  be  found. 
A     that  whirh  God  hath  -  t  within 

Each  household's  sacred  bound? 


66  SIXTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Though  sixteen  years  their  course  have  run 
Since  ours  commenced  its  rule, 

Love's  lessons  still  we  learn  by  heart, 
Content  to  stay  at  school ; 

And  willing,  in  the  world's  esteem, 

Its  wisest  fools  to  be;  — 
Obedient  to  the  Gospel  scheme 

Of  love's  true  liberty. 


SEVE.XTEE.XTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


67 


1862. 

SINCE  every  day  doth  but  repeat 
The  love  with  which  our  life  begun, 
Truly  the  morning  light  is  sweet, 
'T  is  pleasant  to  behold  the  sun, 
In  whose  dear  realm  we  journey  on ; 
Each  year  more  perfect  and  complete 
The  vow  that  made  our  being  one. 

We  see  the  clouds  with  mercy  fraught, 
And  brightly  shining  through  our  tears, 

The  Love  Supreme  that  rules  our  lot; 
A  rainbow  in  the  sky  appears, 
Whose  span  divine  controls  our  fears, 

By  the  same  hand  of  glory  wrought, 
That  binds  the  comets  in  their  spheres. 

And  e'en  amid  the  gloom  of  war 
The  love  that  was  our  morning  light 

Looks  on  us  a-,  the  evening  star, 
And  will  be  shining  all  the  night, 


68  SEVENTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Which  as  a  day  of  Heaven  is  bright 
For  souls  that,  dreaming,  see  afar 
The  stairs  that  greeted  Jacob's  sight. 

Angelic  visitants  are  ours ; 

For  though  their  flaming  wings  they  hide, 
Not  less  they  work  as  heavenly  powers 

For  Him  who  doth  for  those  provide 
That  in  his  promises  confide, 

Protecting  their  defenceless  hours, 
And  turning  every  dart  aside. 

And  if  it  well  be  understood, 

Love's  promise  can  be  heard  to  say 

That  every  hindrance  is  for  good; 
Each  form  of  seeming  sad  delay 

Is  but  an  inn  upon  the  road, 

Or  sweet  refreshment  in  the  way, 

By  which  we  travel  up  to  God. 


EIGHTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  69 


1863. 


OUR  life  burns  rapidly  away, 
A  candle  in  a  miner's  frame  ! 
If  that  were  all  for  which  we  claim 
An  hour  or  two  of  flickering  day, 

Extended  in  our  mortal  lease, 
Existence  were  not  worth  the  name ;  — 
To  strike  a  few  more  blows  for  fame, 
A  few  more  crystals  to  release. 

A  candle  in  a  miner's  frame, 
Our  life  burns  rapidly  away  : 
But  love  grows  stronger  every  day, 

An  immortality  of  flame  ; 

And  by  its  radiance  fills  the  heart 

With  happiness  along  the  road, 

That  leads  to  our  divine  abode, 
That  nothing  earthly  can  impart. 

The  miner's  candle  burns  away; 
But  fr<>m  the  interrupted  gloom, 
And  From  the  darkness  of  the  tomb, 

Low  1  eternal 


EIGHTEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

The  light  of  Heaven's  immortal  years; 
All  glory  to  the  Power  Divine, 
That  makes  this  law  of  being  thine, 

By  which  the  Universe  careers, 

And  brings,  dear  love,  to  thee,  to  me,  — 
How  Christ's  sweet  grace  is  with  us  still, 
God's  loving-kindness  to  fulfil  — 

Our  Birthday  of  Eternity  ! 

Blest  stars  of  love  and  light  to  shine, 

From  God's  celestial  throne  each  day, 
To  habitations  so  divine  ! 

How  glorious  on  our  pilgrim  way  J 


, 


NINETEENTH  ANNIVERSARY,  71 


l864; 


THEY  left  the  gates  of  Paradise 
The  pictures  of  despair; 
As  he  went  forth  a  malcontent 
His  banishment  to  bear, — 
But  Eve  was  with  him  there, 
And  love  was  everywhere. 

T  was  love  had  built  their  Eden  bowers, 

And  warmed  the  fragrant  air; 
'T  was  love  that  winged  their  bus)-  hours; 
'T  was  love  that  taught  them  prayer,  — 
For  love  was  everywhere, 
And  Eve  with  Adam  there. 

'T  was  love  that  whirled  the  spinning-wheel, 

When  Eve  had  learned  to  spin; 
T  was  love  that  set  its  melody, 
Her  husband's  heart  to  win, — 
For  Eve  was  with  him  there, 
And  love  was  everywhere. 

1  The  Traveller's  Hymn  from  Eden,  wl  with  him 


72  NINETEENTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

'T  was  love  that  filled  their  crystal  cup 

In  spite  of  daily  care  ; 
'T  was  love  made  Adam  strong  in  hope, 
And  conquered  his  despair,  — 
For  love  was  everywhere, 
And  Eve  was  with  him  there. 

O  the  light  of  love  can  make  a  home, 

On  Swiss  or  English  ground, 
Perfect  as  Eve,  condemned  to  roam, 
Or  Adam  ever  found. 

Eve  still  is  with  him  there, 
And  love  is  everywhere. 

And  so  the  evening  of  the  day, 

In  twilight's  sacred  power, 
Calls  forth  the  heart  to  praise  and  pray ; 
It  is  our  mother's  hour. 
Eve  still  is  with  us  there, 
And  love  is  everywhere. 


TWENTIETH  ANNIVERSARY.  J I 


1865 


ONE  day  an  angel  brought  in  hand, 
Fee  simple  of  the  promised  land, 
By  covenant  of  mercy  planned, 

And  said  the  estate  was  mine ; 
Whose  title  to  the  household  brings 
The  heritage  of  upper  springs, 
O'ershadowed  with  protecting  wings 
Of  cherubim  divine. 

The  star  of  so  serene  a  dawn 

Was,  twenty  years  and  more  agone, 

The  dayspring  of  so  bright  a  morn, 

After  long  nights  of  pain  ; 
When  autumn  stole  with  sad  decay 
The  summer's  Loveliness  away, 
And  waning  sun  and  shortening  day 

Betokened  winter's  reign. 

Now,  gleaming  through  the  lane  of  years, 
The  cloud,  the  fire,  the  star,  app< 
The  light  thai  guides,  the  flame  that  cheers 
With  countl  ci\  en. 


TWENTIETH  ANNIVERSARY. 

The  white  frost  fell  for  our  supply, 
In  manna  dews  dropped  from  the  sky, 
Gathered  before  the  aroma  die, 
And  redolent  of  heaven. 

Oh,  dearer  than  the  summer's  light, 
Than  evening  star  more  sweetly  bright. 
And  fairer  than  the  cloudless  night, 

Love's  wedded  faithful  flame; 
Life's  romance  in  the  common  way, 
A  presence  like  a  child's  at  play, 
An  angel  with  you  every  day, 

In  modest  dress  and  name ! 


Blest  be  the  Power  that  kindly  brought 

Me  to  possess  so  sweet  a  lot, 

And  with  such  precious  virtue  wrought. 

Made  this  Bethesda  mine  ; 
Where  angel  presences  bestow 
A  soothing  charm  for  every  woe, 
And  e'en  the  troubled  waters  show 

Such  springs  of  love  divine. 


TWENTIETH  ANNIVERSARY  75 

LIGHT    OUT   OF   DARKNESS. 

LIGHT  that  shinest  out  of  darkness, 
From  the  depths  where  we  are  gazing, 
Shine  upon  our  anxious  sight; 
Let  us  see  the  worlds  of  glory, 
Where  the  countless  hosts  are  praising 
God's  illimitable  might. 

Light  that  shinest  into  darkness, 
Through  the  gloom  that  hides  our  vision, 

Make  this  inward  dungeon  bright; 
From  our  minds  remove  the  veiling, 
That  we  may,  with  Truth's  precision, 

All  things  see  in  God's  own  light. 

Shine,  and  so  disperse  our  sadness, 
By  the  vision  of  thy  glory, 

In  the  dawn  of  heavenly  day; 
Shine,  and  fill  our  souls  with  gladness, 
Chanting  forth  Redemption's  story, 

Telling  of  its  wondrous  way. 

in  such  celestial  vision, 

Star  of  radiance  o'er  the  soul ! 
Built  for  such  eternal  glory, 

Make  life's  broken  cisterns  wholel 
Filled,  the  fount  of  holy  feelii 
With  our  Saviour's  love  n  sealing 


y6  TWENTIETH  ANNIVERSARY. 

God's  all-conquering  mercy  there, — 
Where,  till  then,  despair  was  stealing, 
Now,  with  meekest  grace,  so  fair, 
Never-ending  praise  and  prayer, 

Thus  the  glooms  of  darkening  shadows,  once  so 

threatening  round  our  path, 
Were  but  proofs  of  God's  dear  mercies,  but  not  of 

impending  wrath  ; 
For  the  heat  and  the  glare  of  the  sun  in  his  might 
Could  be  worse  than  the  darkness  and  storms  of 

the  night. 
But  God,  by  the  gifts  of  his  pardoning  love, 
Assures  us  a  heaven  of  glory  above, 
Where  eye  hath  not  seen,  nor  ear  ever  heard, 
The  treasures  immortal  disclosed  in  his  Word ; 
Nor  ever  conjectures  of  reason  made  known, 
The  glory  prepared,  or  the  heritage  won, 
The    Cross    and    the  kingdom  of  grace  in   God's 

Son,  — 
Forgiveness  of  guilt  through  eternity  shown, 
And  the  love  of  Jehovah  the  strength  of  his  throne  ! 

Nor  ever  conjectures  of  reason  made  known, 

The  glory  prepared,  or  the  heritage  won, 

By  the  cross  and   the   kingdom   of  grace  in  God's 

Son,  — 
Forgiveness  of  guilt  through  eternity  shown, 
And  the  love  of  Jehovah  the  strength  of  his  throne  ! 


TWENTY-FIRS T  A  NN1  VERSA  R  V. 


1866. 

OUR  wedded  life,  my  love,  you  see 
Has  come  to  its  majority. 
Her  Muse  informs  me  with  a  sigh, 
She  can't  my  annual  draft  supply: 
"  Love's  debts,  being  twenty-one  years  old, 
Should  not  in  rhymes  be  paid,  but  gold. 

"  The  case  were  different  could  you  find, 
To  mar  the  scene  or  vex  the  mind, 
One  rude  or  disappointing  spot, 
Exception  in  your  wedded  lot. 
Love's  landscape  in  the  past  appears 

A  vale  of  bright  delightful  years, 

When  experience  nought  disclo 

But  solid  corduroys  of  n  • 
Fringing  a  brook  that  told  the  hours, 
By    triking  at  the  bells  of  flowers. 
'  1  1    pei  fe<  t  all ;  thercf<  >re  you  pay 
!  t  no  rli)  m<  s  to-day." 


78  TWENTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 

But  I  reply:   "  The  Muse  is  wild, 

And  prattles  like  a  petted  child, 

Whose  thoughts  are  all  on  Christmas  blisses, 

Of  gifts  and  dolls  and  sugar  kisses. 

The  Muse  knows  well,  no  man  on  earth 

Could  reckon,  much  less  pay,  love's  worth. 

'T  is  costlier  than  the  crystal  spheres ; 

It  can't  be  counted  up  by  years. 

Her  debt  could  hardly  be  more  weighty, 

If  we  should  each  live  to  be  eighty. 

But  'tis  impossible  to  pay 

So  vast  a  tribute  in  one  day. 

The  income  tax  of  all  the  bliss 

Of  these  bright  years,  if  paid  in  this, 

By  itself  would  make  a  millionnaire 

Of  any  other  wedded  pair ; 

And  if  the  Muse  expects  to  be 

Paid  in  hard  coin  for  poetry, 

A  tax  upon  the  tax  itself 

Is  all  that  could  be  raised  in  pelf. 

My  wife,  moreover,  holds  the  purse, 

Which  makes  the  matter  so  much  worse ; 

For  if  you  don't  advance  the  rhyme, 

She  will  not  pay  a  single  dime." 

Her  Muse  on  this,  with  much  good  sense, 
Replied  :    "  I  can  with  gold  dispense, 
But  you  cannot,  for  love  must  live; 
And  since  you  've  nothing  else  to  give, 


TWENTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY.  79 

But  only  love,  your  debts  to  pay, 

I  '11  bring  the  bill  some  other  day. 

So  take  your  rhymes,  and  do  your  best, 

And  tell  your  wife  she  stands  confest, 

The  paragon  of  these  hard  times, 

Whose  love  consents  to  live  on  rhymes." 


80         TWENTY-SECOND  ANNIVERSARY. 


1867. 


AGAIN  with  dear  autumnal  gifts, 
How  Nature's  loveliness  arrays, 
For  our  Memorial  happiness, 

Her  sweetest  hymns  of  praise  ! 

As  rainbows  chased  upon  the  sky, 

As  birds  of  Paradise  on  wings, 

The  setting  sun  through  distant  clouds 
A  crimson  glory  flings. 

Yon  mountain  range  of  firs  and  pines 
O'crhangs  a  vale  of  maple  bowers,  — 
Cliffs  of  dark  verdure  over  seas 
Of  variegated  flowers. 

The  quiet  evening  air  reveals 
A  hidden  unexpected  power,  — 
The  earth  adorned  in  bright  array 
Transfigured  every  hour. 


TWENTY-SECOND   A  NN I  VERSA  R  Y. 

The  shadows  sweeping  through  the  woods, 
The  woods  revisited  with  light,  — 
A  soul-impermeated  mass, 

And  luminously  bright; 

By  turns  revealed  and  indistinct, 
Then  blushing,  flaming,  surging  up, 
Like  the  withdrawal  and  return 
Of  gems  in  ruby  cup. 

On  such  a  vision  of  delight, 
Made  up  of  Nature's  earliest  lines, 
I  gazed  with  wonder,  and  admired 
How  simple  those  designs. 

Was  needed  nothing  but  the  sun, 
With  interchange  of  deepening  shade, 
To  show  of  what  indifferent  stuff 
An  Eden  might  be  made. 

And  such  the  rosy  power  of  Love, 
Willi  rich  apparel  of  the  air, 
Upon  the  rudest  life  to  throw 
A  light  divinely  fair. 

lint  no  mere  transitory  gleam, 
A    \\  hen  the  western  t\\  ilight  skies 
Bid  farewell  to  tho  e  glorious  hues, 

Until  the  morn  ari 


TWENTY-SECOND   ANNIVERSARY. 

Love's  morn  outlasts  the  heavens ;  its  light, 
Enshrined  in  the  adoring  soul, 
Sheds  an  eternal  radiance  there, 
And  rules  without  control. 

Bright  effluence  of  eternal  light, 
Dominion  of  an  endless  day, 
Soul  of  our  souls,  the  life  that  knows 
Nor  varying,  nor  decay  ! 

Creative  Word  of  power  divine, 
The  lightning  of  celestial  fires! 
'T  is  God's  own  Paradise  !      His  grace 
Transfigures  and  inspires ! 

Such  is  our  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  Christian's  covenanted  home, 
Where  Love's  deep  springs  eternal  rise, 
Past,  present,  and  to  come. 


TWENTY-THIRD  ANNIVERSARY.  83 


1868. 


HOW  sweet  the  autumn  sunset  falls 
Upon  another  year, 
Where  God's  incessant  mercy  shines 
In  all  our  past  career  ! 

The  leaves  a  golden  light  reflect 

Upon  the  evening  sky, 
And  all  the  trees  with  colors  burn, 

That  were  not  born  to  die. 

For  God  hath  woven  In  the  web 

Of  life  love's  mystic  scene, 
And,  oh,  how  bright  in  each  day's  light 

His  mercies  intervene! 

Nay,  all  is  mercy,  all  is  love; 

In  darkest  nights  between, 
At  home,  abr< >ad,  below,  above, 

Nothing  but  lov<  is  seen. 


84  TWENTY-THIRD  ANNIVERSARY. 

Our  life  is  as  a  silver  strand 
Where  waves  of  jasper  roll, 

And  far  beyond,  the  City  lies, 
Whose  bells  entrance  the  soul. 

A  silver  strand,  where  blessings  beat 

As  billows  on  the  shore, 
And  leave  no  trace  when  they  retreat, 

But  love  forevermore. 

For  morning  comes  and  evening  goes ; 

But  love  through  all  the  day, 
Or  rain,  or  shine,  with  life  divine, 

Melodious  change  doth  play. 

Our  days  enthrone  the  melody 

Of  God's  abounding  grace  ; 
Our  hearts  shall  play  the  accompaniment 

Of  his  unceasing  praise, 

Whose  dying  love,  all  praise  above, 
Exceeds  the  power  of  thought, 

While  yet  we  lisp  the  immortal  song, 
By  our  Redeemer  taught. 

As  stars  upon  the  ocean  keep 

Their  watch  of  love  divine, 
Would  God  such  love  might  never  sleep 

Within  this  soul  of  mine  ! 


TWEM  Y-THIRD  ANNIVERSARY. 

That  God  would  fill  it  as  an  urn, 
With  quenchless  holy  flame, 

That  far-off  souls  might  catch  the  light, 
And  read  His  blessed  name; 

And  as  they  spell  the  letters,  hail 

The  ark  of  mercy  there, 
That  shipwrecked  men  upon  the  sea 

Might  nevermore  despair, 

But  evermore  his  love  adore, 
Made  followers  of  the  Lamb, 

By  faith  to  this  dear  refuge  brought 
From  deepest  guilt  and  shame ! 

O  Love  Divine,  the  atmosphere 
In  which  our  breath  was  given  ; 

O  Love  Divine,  celestial  sphere 
Of  never-ending  Heaven  ! 

O  Love  Divine,  may  we  in  God 

Its  dearest  meaning  prove, 
And  its  eternal  glory  know, 

Through  Jesus'  dying  love ! 


86         TWENTY-FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


I869. 


TWENTY-FOUR  years  the  flowers  of  spring 
Have  had  their  growth  and  blossoming; 
Twenty-four  years  the  rising  sun 
Each  day  his  perfect  course  hath  run. 

Twenty-four  years  my  wife's  dear  love 
Has  kept  the  reckoning  of  the  Dove ; 
Nor  loss,  nor  change,  nor  gloom  has  known, 
But  brighter  every  hour  hath  shone. 

Now,  God  be  praised  that  gave  to  me 
Twenty-four  years  such  love  to  see; 
That  morning  light  or  evening  shade 
No  difference  in  its  duty  made. 

But  working  still  with  calm  delight, 
And  shining  still  by  day  and  night 
Not  lovelier  in  its  annual  sphen 
Did  ever  star  in  heaven  appear. 


TWENTY-FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY.  87 

And  so  'twould  be  should  life  run  on 
A  hundred  years  instead  of  one; 
Such  love  can  never  lose  on  earth 
The  sweetness  of  its  heavenly  birth. 

Such  love  was  never  born  to  die,  — 
The  heir  of  immortality, 
Its  being  shall  outlast  that  sun, 
Under  whose  course  its  life  be£unc 


88  TWENTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


I87O. 


MY  dearest  love !   I  thank  my  God 
For  giving  thee  to  me, 
A  daily  spring  of  household  joy, 
Through  all  my  life  to  be. 

When  Adam  married  Eve,  he  found 

His  paradise  undone; 
But  mine,  when  I  had  gained  a  wife, 

Was  only  so  begun. 

For  Eve's  control  in  Adam's  sphere, 

The  price  was  Eden  lost ; 
])iit  now,  through  woman's  sweet  command, 

I  lis  sons  recover  cost. 

The  silver  line  of  Eve's  dear  life, 

From  Eden  turned  away, 
Made  a  celestial  pilgrimage 

Of  every  toilsome  daw 


TWENTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  89 

They  wandered  forth,  a  pair  perplext 

Of  children  in  the  wood, 
Their  work  of  love,  their  wealth  of  time, 

How  little  understood ! 

Their  dowry  was  a  thousand  years 

Of  mingled  joy  and  pain, 
Appointed  so,  through  faith  and  hope, 

Love's  Eden  to  regain. 

In  penitential  faith  and  prayer, 

From  youth  to  age  they  grew, 
The  primal  sinners  of  this  world, 

The  first  believers  too. 

Great  cycles  of  Eonic  time 

Were  given  to  them  for  praise 
Centennial  anniversaries 

Of  lovers'  wedding  days. 

A  quarter  of  a  century, 

In  their  connubial  bliss, 
Was  but  a  little  honeymoon's 

Preliminary  ki 

Hut  we  are  pressed  by  heavy  laws 

(  M  briefness  and  decay, 
Am\  hardly  learn  to  live  and  love 

I    (<  >re  life  wgars  away. 


90  TWENTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Their  golden  wedding,  in  the  age 

Of  post-diluvian  men, 
Brings  bride  and  bridegroom  to  the  verge 

Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 

Dear  wife  !   be  scores  or  centuries 

To  our  communion  given, 
The  love  that  God  began  on  earth 

He  will  perfect  in  heaven. 

Our  golden  wedding  shall  be  there 

Before  his  glorious  face ; 
The  bride,  the  bridegroom,  and  the  guests 

Transfigured  by  his  grace. 


TWENTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  91 


I87O. 


LINES    ADDRESSED   TO   MRS.    C.    OX    HER   TWENTY-FIFTH    ANNI- 
VERSARY,   I5Y    HER    VERY    DEAR    FRIEND,    MISS    PHCEBE    CARY. 


r  I  "HE  fourth  of  a  century  swift  has  gone, 

-*-      With  its  sad  and  its  joyous  hours, 
Since  you  put  the  wedding  garment  on, 
And  wore  the  orange  flowers. 

And  rich  in  honor  and  in  truth 

As  when  you  were  his  bride, 
To-day  the  husband  of  your  youth 

Is  your  lover,  friend,  and  guide. 

And  sweeter  for  your  hours  of  bliss, 

Stronger  for  grief  and  tears, 
Have  grown  the  ties  of  tenderness 

Through  all  your  changing  wars. 


So  with  the  crowns  of  silver  hair 

That  now  your  brows  adorn. 

Ea<  h  to  the  other  seems  as  fair 
A    on  the  njarriage  m<  >rn 


92  TlVENTY-F/Fr/l  AMNlVERSAkY. 

When  the  fourth  of  a  century  more  shall  go, 
Dear  friends,  if  you  may  not  stay, 

To  wear  your  locks  like  a  wreath  of  snow 
For  a  golden-wedding  day, 

Then  with  the  robe  and  the  crown  of  light 

May  you  still  sit  side  by  side, 
Where  clothed  in  linen  pure  and  white 

The  Lamb  receives  his  Bride. 


On  the  same  Anniversary  Occasion,  for  Mrs.  Ckeever,/rom 
Miss  Alice  Cary. 

53  East  Twentieth  Street, 
Nov.  22,  1870. 

My  Friends: — I  cannot  tell  you  how  pleasant  it  would 
be  to  me  if  I  might  go  out  from  my  solitary  house  to- 
day, and  be  for  a  little  season  among  those  whom  the 
Lord  has  set  in  families,  but  it  may  not  be,  and  let  me 
not  admit  the  impediment  of  a  private  grief  to  mar  with 
its  shadow  the  cordial  sunshine  of  my  greeting  upon  the 
glad  return  of  this  auspicious  day.  Shut  out  from  you 
though  I  am,  I  am  very  happy  in  your  happiness,  believe 
me.  I,  for  one,  having  firm  faith  in  the  indestructibility 
of  the  great  passion — that  love  is  nearer  the  gate  of 
heaven  than  ever  imagination  soars,  and  1  rejoice  with 
all  my  heart  in  all  unions,  and  all  celebrations  of  unions, 
that  intimate,  or  rather  exemplify,  life's  grand  possibili- 
ties.    With  a  thousand  good  wishes, 

I  am,  allectionately, 

Alice  Cary. 


TWENTY-SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY.  93 


I87I. 


H\EAR  Love,  when  we  began  our  joint  career, 
-L-^    It  was  a  day  of  mingled  joy  and  fear; 
What  time  might  late  reveal  we  could  not  tell, 

Nor  know  the  end  of  what  commenced  so  well. 
Hope  laid  the  back-log  of  our  kitchen  fire, — 

Substantial  force  against  imagined  sorrow; 
The  flame  was  lit  with  faith  and  warm  desire 

That  what  but  smoked  that  day  would  blaze  to- 
morrow ; 
Now  all  is  turned  to  rife  and  glowing  coal, 
The  joy  of  harvest  shining  through  the  whole. 

X<>\\   Nature,  in  her  bridal  robe  invested, 

Comes  forth  to  greet  us  on  this  joyous  day; 
By  lingering  summer's  balmy  air  arrested, 

Th<  ns  in  their  virginal  array 

Proclaim  our  welcome  to  that  world  of  beaut 

Where  souls  a\u\  forms,  renewed  in  endless  youth, 
Forever  find  in  ceaseless  love  and  duty 

Eternal  elements  of  grace  aim[  truth. 


94  TWENTY-SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Father  in  Heaven,  whose  love  hath  thus  far  brought 
us, 

And  given  the  hope  to  be  forever  thine, 
Fulfil  the  yearning  promise  thou  hast  taught  us, 

And  to  perfection  raise  thy  blest  design. 
And  when  in  us  on  earth  thy  will 's  completed, 

Oh,  take  us  each  to  that  celestial  sphere 
Where   the    Lamb's    Bride    by  her   dear   Lord    is 
greeted, 

And  perfect  faith  is  love's  eternal  year. 


TWENTY-SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY.       95 


1872 


ODAY  of  love,  so  sweet,  so  bright, 
The  bridal  of  our  year, 
The  morning  of  our  life's  delight 
To  us  renewed,  how  dear ! 

The  brilliant  air,  the  sparkling  frost, 

The  rime  upon  the  ground, 
The  trees,  the  ferns,  the  silvery  leaves 

With  light  and  glory  crowned. 

We  do  not  need  the  summer  sun, 
Nor  miss  the  autumn  flowers; 

The  soft,  entrancing,  balmy  airs 
Of  Indian  months  are  ours. 

They  breathe  to  us  in  signs  well  known, 
A  language  for  the  heart, — 

The  voice  of  j<  >\ ■'■■  ecstatic  tone, 
Love's  dear  mysterious  art 


96      TWENTY  seventh  anniversary. 

The  most  melodious  day  in  June 
Such  treasures  ne'er  revealed, 

Nor  ever  wedding  day  came  round 
With  sweeter  blessings  sealed. 

Dear  wife,  with  love's  sweet  grace  renewed, 
Its  flowers  still  fresh  and  green, 

Nor  this  world's  ways  nor  solitude 
Could  ever  change  the  scene. 

O  Thou,  our  Life,  our  Light,  our  All ! 

Still  keep,  as  heretofore, 
Our  going  out,  our  coming  in, 

Now  and  forevermore. 


TWENTY-EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY.         97 


1873 


THE  winter's  breath  is  in  the  air, 
The  ground  is  white  with  snow; 
But  Love  is  ever  young  and  fair, 
No  winter  doth  he  know. 

O  perfect  love  !   still  fresh  and  fair 

As  Eden's  lilies  grow, 
And  in  the  home  and  through  the  air 

Divinest  fragrance  throw, 
Where  Eve  and  Adam  still  repeat 

The  primal  marriage  vow, 
And  angels  of  their  pilgrimage 

Watch  o'er  their  children  now. 

So  daisy  buds  shall  yet  be  seen, 

And  violet  blossoms  grow, 
Through  hidden  founts  of  warmth  beneath 

The  fields  of  frost  and  snow. 
And  low  shall  make  the  blossoms  break, 

Whatever  seasons  reign  ; 
And  as  we  knew  love's  power  at  first, 

It  shall  be  know n  again. 


98         TWENTY-EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY, 

An  Iceland  storm  might  come  between 

Such  visions  of  our  faith, 
But  the  bright  sun  shall  still  be  seen 

With  spring's  reviving  breath. 
Dear  wife !  thy  love  is  fresh  and  fair 

As  this  new-fallen  snow, 
And  warm  as  that  sweet  autumn  air, 

Twenty- eight  years  ago. 

And  fervent  as  it  was  at  first, 

Shall  be  its  calm  increase ; 
A  sacred  spring  of  life  and  power, 

Whose  depths  can  never  cease. 
For  He  who  gave  its  holy  fount, 

Its  Sabbath  in  the  soul, 
His  own  dear  measurement  of  love 

Proclaims  o'er  Time's  control. 

Though  Earth  and  Eden,  in  their  sphere; 

And  Time  itself,  shall  die, 
Immortal  is  the  growth  of  love 

Through  God's  eternity. 


TWEXTY-EIGH1H  ANMVERSARY.  99 


MY    DEAR  WIFE'S    MERRY   CHRISTMAS. 

I  WISH  you  a  merry  Christmas! 
You  are  to  me  so  dear, 
I  would  not  give  a  single  kiss 
For  a  universe  of  beer. 

I  wish  you  a  merry  Christmas  ! 

You  are  to  me  so  young, 
That  every  year  I  find  you  here 

Is  as  a  girl's  new  song. 

I  wish  you  a  merry  Christmas, 

And  the  fresh  heart  of  a  child, 
That  age  as  well  as  youth  may  be 
hy  Mother  ( ioose  beguiled. 

I  wished  you  merry  Christmas 

Twenty  five 
The  ground  was  frozen  like  a  vh 

And  co\ ered  thick  w ith  snow . 


I  DO        TWEA  TY-EIGHTH   ANNIVERSARY. 

I  wish  you  a  merry  Christmas  now: 

'T  is  like  an  April  day; 
The  soft  south  wind  calls  to  the  grass, 

And  melts  the  ice  away. 

I  wished  you  merry  Christmas  then, 

And  all  the  fairy  race, 
That  love  to  sport  with  children  now 

Admire  your  youthful  face. 

I  wish  you  merry  Christmas  long, 
That  when  your  hair  is  gray, 

You  may  not  have  a  single  care 
More  than  you  have  to-day. 

I  wish  you  a  merry  Christmas, 
And  many  of  the  same,  — 

The  years  of  life  that  have  no  end 
And  blessings  without  name ! 


TWENTY-NINTH  ANNIVERSARY.        10! 


1874. 


DEAR  wife  !   another  year's  return 
Of  life  and  love  we  hail; 
The  blessings  of  a  Father's  grace, 

Whose  mercies  never  fail. 
The  changing  seasons  come  and  go, 

The  leaves  around  us  fall ; 
But  flowers  still  bloom  where  love  doth  grow, 
And  love  is  over  all. 

The  buds  and  blooms  of  that  sweet  life 

Can  neither  fade  nor  die, 
But  spring  in  fair  celestial  fruits 

That  change  and  death  defy  ;  — 
A  garden  and  a  fountain  sealed, 

Where  seraphs  watch  and  wait, 
To  welcome  all  the  names  revealed 

At  mercy's  shining  gate. 

There  the  dear  spirits  of  the  just, 

Enrolled  by  ( rod  in  heaven, 
Adore  the  glories  of  the  1  amb 

Through  whom  they  wen  forgiven 


102  TWENTY-NINTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

'T  is  but  a  nursery  here  below 
Of  infant's  prattling  tongues, 

Whose  A  B  C  is  all  we  know 
Of  heaven's  immortal  songs. 

But  if  on  earth  so  sweet  are  found 

The  cradle  hymns  of  love, 
What  must  the  angelic  music  be 

In  shining  worlds  above; 
Where  never-ceasing  multitudes, 

So  vast  no  mind  can  count, 
From  grace  to  glory  rising  still, 

Surround  God's  Holy  Mount ! 

There,  where  the  Universal  Frame 

Is  one  melodious  choir, 
And  Jesus'  dying  love  the  flame 

New  anthems  to  inspire  ;  — 
There,  side  by  side,  may  we  be  found. 

Redeemed  by  Jesus'  blood, 
Stars  in  the  boundless  firmament 

Of  our  Incarnate  God  ! 


THIRTIETH  ANNIVERSARY.  103 


1875- 

THE  light  of  our  dear  home,  sweet  wife, 
Is  a  perpetual  dower ; 
For  Love  renews  his  charming  song 

Each  autumn  as  of  yore, 
And  every  year  the  melody 
More  charming  than  before. 

Sweet  bird  !   Love's  bower  is  always  green, 

His  song  is  always  gay; 
Most  constant  of  melodious  guests 

In  promises  to  pay, 
In  March  he  sings  of  summer  nests, 

In  winter  dreams  of  May. 

His  song  is  like  the  opal  dawn 

Of  autumn's  cloudless  sky, 
Foretokening  an  eternal  morn, 

Where  now  the  shadows  lie ; 
The  prophet  of  thai  endless  life 

\\  here  1  &\  e  can  nc\  er  die. 


104  THIRTIETH  ANNIVERSARY, 

Though  winter's  storms  may  intervene, 
And  Nature's  seeming  death, 

The  daisy  buds  shall  yet  be  green, 
With  earth's  fresh  grass  beneath, 

And  lilies  in  the  meadows  seen, 
And  red-breasts  on  the  heath. 


For  Love  shall  bid  the  blossoms  burst, 
Though  stormy  months  may  reign, 

And  as  we  found  its  sweetness  first 
It  shall  be  ours  again ; 

Yet  sweeter  than  its  prime,  the  last, 
Aerial  refrain. 


Dear  wife  !  thy  love  more  brightly  shines 
Through  thirty  summers  gone, 

Than  when  in  trembling  timid  lines 
Its  horoscope  was  drawn, 

And  some  who  could  not  read  our  hearts, 
Were  wise  enough  to  warn. 


For  deeper  twined  than  first  aware 
The  roots  of  that  sweet  vow, 

Syllabled  on  the  careless  air, 
Near  thirty  years  ago, 

Are  registered  with  loving  prayer, 
And  fresh  in  blossom  now. 


THIRTIETH  ANNIVERSARY.  105 

O  lovely  morn  !     O  happy  home  ! 

So  many  years  ago ; 
Through  God's  dear  mercy  in  our  life, 

A  paradise  below ! 
And  dearer  still  its  festivals 

Each  hasty  season  grow. 

My  Love,  my  Undefiled,  is  one, 

My  youthful  darling  bride, 
And  now,  when  thirty  years  have  gone, 

The  angel  by  my  side ; 
And  God's  dear  gift  in  Paradise 

Forever  shall  abide. 


o6  THIRTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 


I876. 


OH,  love  is  like  the  rainbow  dawn 
Of  April's  showery  sky, 
Foreshadowing  the  celestial  morn 
Of  Immortality. 

An  Iceland  storm  might  come  between 

Such  visions  of  our  faith  ; 
But  all  the  globe  shall  still  be  green, 

With  spring's  reviving  breath. 

The  daisy  buds  shall  all  be  seen, 

And  violet  blossoms  grow, 
From  hidden  founts  of  life  beneath 

The  realms  of  frost  and  snow. 

So  love  shall  make  the  darkness  break, 

Whatever  seasons  reign ; 
And  as  we  proved  its  priceless  power, 

It  shall  be  breathed  again. 


THIRTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY.  IOJ 

For  Eve  and  Adam  still  proclaim 
From  heaven  their  marriage  vow, 

And  in  the  house  and  through  the  air 
Divinest  fragrance  throw ; 

And  bridal  covenants,  fresh  and  fair, 

As  Eden's  lilies  grown, 
Shall  wreathe  the  links  of  rugged  care 

With  roses  all  their  own. 

The  red-breast  weaves  with  us  his  nest, 

And  sings  his  cares  away. 
Sweet  bird  !   his  bowers  are  always  blest 

His  song  is  ever  gay. 

In  March  he  sings  of  summer  nests, 

In  winter  dreams  of  May; 
Most  constant  of  our  daily  guests, 

He  makes  with  us  his  stay, 

And  on  the  air  his  melodies 

As  constant  flings  away, 
As  swift  as  notes  are  taken  Up 

In  promises  to  pay. 

I  '     ;r  wife,  thy  love  is  fresh  and  fair 

A  -  flowers  in  Eden  grow, 
.And  deeper  now  than  first  aware, 

The  bliMnn  of  that  SWCCt   \  OW 


108  THIRTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 


Our  anchor  is  within  the  veil, 

Through  ages  firm  and  fast; 
The  Strength  of  Israel  shall  prevail, 

Secure  from  every  blast, — 
Within  the  veil,  where  God  reveals 

The  brightness  of  his  face,  — 
Within  the  veil,  where  Christ  fulfils 

The  promise  of  his  grace  ; 

Till,  by  the  Word  of  Him  who  took 

Mortality's  array, 
This  mortal  shall  put  on  the  dress 

Of  love's  eternal  day. 


Sheds  holier  fragrance  on  the  air 

Than  thirty  years  ago  ; 
For  all  that  Love  Divine  provides, 

That  heritage  is  ours, 
Where  everlasting  Spring  abides, 

And  never-withering  flowers. 


THIRTY-SECOND  ANNIVERSARY.        109 


1877- 


DEAR  wife,  thou  mak'st  our  wedding  day 
A  prophet  of  the  weather, 
Barometer,  thermometer, 
And  almanac  together; 

Arithmetic  of  Paradise, 

In  Eve  and  Adam  grounded, 
And  set  in  musical  device 

With  which  their  world  resounded  ; 

Notations  drawn  from  heavenly  signs, 

Whereto  the  angels  hearkened, 
The  pulses  of  united  hearts 

That  sin  had  never  darkened, 

In  characters  of  vital  strength, 

( Charged  \\  ith  exhaustle 
Through  age  -mi  ages  t<>  re\ eal 

1  #ove's  infinite  res<  >urces  ; 


HO         THIRTY-SECOND  ANNIVERSARY, 

The  register  of  wedded  life, 
Where  love  foretells  the  pages, 

Sure  as  the  magnet  to  the  pole, 
Whatever  tempest  rages. 

It  shall  be  published  all  abroad, 
The  year  without  a  winter, 

A  book  ordained  by  Love  Divine, 
And  Love  alone  the  printer. 

It  makes  our  cloudless  noon  of  love 
The  twenty-first  November; 

No  lovelier  day  rose  up  in  June, 
That  ever  men  remember. 

Love's  Indian  summer  is  renewed, 
The  morn  that  we  were  married ; 

The  spring  of  time  was  newly  set, 
And  into  autumn  carried. 

The  golden  vane  was  fixt  at  last, 
A  rule  for  all  the  seasons ; 

And  Love,  the  indicator,  made 
The  law  of  Nature's  reasons. 

Dear  wife,  thine  almanac  is  true, 

Whoever  may  abuse  it. 
Further,  Deponent  sayeth  not; 

Content,  if  we  may  use  it 


THIRTY-THIRD  ANNIVERSARY.  Ill 


I878. 

FLUSHED  with  the  hectic  of  the  dying  year, 
November  seems  as  beautiful  as  June, 
Though  sad  the  glories  of  the  harvest  moon, 
With  winter's  silent  footsteps  stealing  near. 
Solemn  the  veiled  light  of  hazy  noon  ; 
A  trance  is  in  the  dreamy  atmosphere ; 
The  misty  sun  seems  wandering  in  his  sleep; 
The  skeleton  woods  a  ghostly  watching  keep, 
O'er  forest  walks  of  leaves  rustling  and  sear; 
A  plaintive  sadness  breathes  in  every  sound; 
The  angel  of  decay  is  in  the  air, 
A  moist  earth-fragrance  fuming  o'er  the  ground, 
From  fields  and  faded  gardens;    all  around 
A  melancholy  veil  the  forms  of  Mature  wear. 

Hut  in  the  flight  of  these  revolving  years, 
How  lovely  with  bright  joy,  beloved  wife, 
Tin-  Indian  summer  of  our  wedded  life, 
With  fragrant  sheaves  ^nd  golden  light,  appi 
And  sound  of  bells  from  high  celestial  spher< 
Fulfilled,  that  promise  <>t  undp'^ting  loi 


112  THIRTY-THIRD  ANNIVERSARY. 

That  youth  and  gentle  hope  in  spring-tide  wove ; 
Though  from  the  bosom  of  a  thousand  fears, 
Foretelling  harvest  months  divinely  bright, 
That,  through  the  shadows  of  our  evening  gray, 
Would  far  into  the  bosom  of  dim  night 
Shoot  the  sweet  influence  of  a  vernal  day, 
Filling  the  heart  with  deep  serene  delight, 
When  the  world's  flatteries  all  had  fled  and  died 
away. 

So  on  we  travel  as  in  dreams  of  praise, 
Our  pilgrimage  by  this  enchanted  light. 
The  fields  to-day  with  rime  are  silver  white; 
How  like  a  bridal  veil  the  snowy  maze 
Of  frosty  mist  smokes  upward  soft  and  bright ! 
Floating  like  incense  on  the  morning  breeze, 
Or  snowy  birds  swinging  on  halcyon  seas. 
The  uprisen  sun  kisses  the  frost  away, 
And  lo,  the  tender  grass  is  green  again, 
The  morn  breathes  sweet  as  early  April  daw 
You  would  not  think  the  year  was  in  its  wane, 
But  a  new  spring  set  in  the  year's  refrain, 
Such  blessed  balmy  airs  around  us  play, 
Fore-type  of  earth's  divine,  millennial  array. 

The  frost's  light  touch  drew  forth  a  spicy  smell, 
Breathed  on  the  air  from  the  thick  walnut  grove 
Whose  tangled  alleys  we  were  wont  to  rove, 
Shady  and  cool  along  the  river's  dell ; 


THIRTY-THIRD   ANNIVERSARY.  M3 

Nor  yet  dispersed  the  radiant  joyous  spell 

Of  the  bright  sunshine  we  enjoyed  so  well. 

This  Indian  summer,  brooding  as  a  dove, 

Creates  a  magic  atmosphere  of  love, 

Fit  to  assuage  the  mind  with  anguish  driven, 

And  bear  it  upward  to  the  gates  of  Heaven; 

It  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  grateful  year, 

Season  of  rest  for  tranquil  worship  given  : 

Praise  be  to  God  who  keeps  us  in  its  sphere, 

And  with  his  tender  grace  to-day  doth  meet  us  here. 


114        THIRTY-FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1879. 


THOU  Evening  Star,  whose  lustrous  flame, 
Upon  the  brow  of  night, 
Burns  on  the  sky  thy  Maker's  name, 
A  coronet  of  light ! 

My  heart  adores  thy  rising  beams, 

As  daylight  fades  away, 
And  leaves  me  to  the  glorious  dreams 

Of  an  eternal  day. 

When  soft  dews  fall,  and  day  declines, 

And  twilight  shadows  throw 
Their  silvery  veil  of  magic  grace 

Upon  the  world  below, 

Then  from  the  distant  spirit- land 

What  whispering  voices  come 
To  mind  us  that  our  friends  arc  there, 

And  our  eternal  home. 


THIRTY-FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY.         II 

Their  strains  of  music,  soft  and  low, 

No  matter  where  we  rove, 
Make  all  our  pilgrimage  a  way 

Of  Heaven's  unceasing  love. 

We  walk  by  faith,  but  all  the  way 

God's  angels  go  before, 
And  round  our  whole  horizon  play 

Their  life-protecting  power. 

And  rustlings  as  of  dove-like  wings 

Bring  exquisite  presage 
Of  ever-watchful  ministries 

Through  all  our  pilgrimage. 

Sweet  evening  star  of  radiant  hope  ! 

When  each  day's  work  is  done, 
Faith  lifts  our  weary  spirits  up 

To  climes  beyond  the  sun. 

Oh,  Love  Divine,  that  ministers 

Such  evening  lights  in  heaven, 
To  point  us  to  that  blest  abode 

Where  sins  are  all  forgiven  ! 

There  those  who  walked  together  here 

1 11  ( Christ's  appointed  way, 
I  u  that  bright  sphere  no  more  shall  t 

From  him  t  ray, 


Il6        THIRI  Y-FOURTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

The  dear  remembered  anthem  there 
Our  lisping  tongues  shall  frame, 

And  endless  years  the  song  repeat 
Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb. 

Burn  on,  burn  on,  O  lovely  star ! 

Heaven's  glory  to  adorn, 
And  prophesy  through  worlds  on  high 

Our  Resurrection  Morn. 


THIRTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY.  I '7 


I88O. 


IN  Hebrew  phrase,  five  weeks  of  years, 
Since  our  dear  wedding  day!  — 
Dear  Sabbath  Jubilees  of  life, 
How  swiftly  past  away  ! 

With  golden  sheaves  of  blessings  fresh, 

The  retrospect  how  plain  ! 
And  melodies  of  flying  hours 
In  musical  refrain. 

O  sacred  covenant  of  Time  ! 

Could  we  but  stay  thy  flight, 
Earth  might  renew  in  Eden's  clime 

Old  Adam's  first  delight. 

For  years  and  months  and  s<  iveet 

1 
II  ive  borne  new  gifts  upon  their  win 

And  taught  iKv.  f  praise 


1 1 8  THIRTY-FIFTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

How  crowned  with  mercy  all  our  life ! 

Our  Father's  love,  how  clear ! 
The  stations  of  our  pilgrimage 

Marked  by  his  heavenly  care. 

He  wakes  for  us  the  opening  dawn,  — 
The  clouds,  the  passing  shower, 

The  landscape,  valley,  plain,  and  hill, 
All  call  us  to  adore. 

He  plants  the  flowers,  unfolds  the  buds, 
Their  fragrant  hues  combines, 

And  bids  the  resurrection  woods 
Foretell  his  bright  designs. 

He  bids  the  honeysuckle  bloom, 

Our  cottage  to  adorn  ; 
He  spreads  the  grass  in  tender  green 

Upon  the  dewy  lawn. 

Where  do  his  thoughts  of  love  begin? 

Where  will  they  ever  end? 
The  Covenant  of  Love  1  )jvine, 

By  our  Almighty  Friend  ! 

O  God,  our  God,  thee  will  we  bless 
While  life  for  praise  is  given, 

Till  immortality  renews 
The  blissful  strain  in  heaven. 


THIRTY-SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


1881 


THE  sun  is  shining  clear  and  bright, 
All  Nature  moves  in  sweet  array, 
But  sweeter  still  the  pleasant  light 
That  shines  upon  our  wedding  day. 

The  heavens  once  more  look  mildly  down, 
The  night  shows  many  a  beauteous  star, 

The  angry  clouds  away  have  flown, 
But  cloudless  love  is  brighter  far. 

The  dawn  of  day  is  sweet  to  sec, 
And  twilight  is  a  lovely  hour, 
But  they  are  only  types  to  me 

Of  love's  celestial,  deathless  power. 

Tin-  sitting  sun,  tin-  golden  <-'\v, 

Tin-  starry  sky,  shall  pass  away, 
As  brightest  dreams  <>ur  spirits  leave, 
But  love  dwells  in  eternal  i\a\  . 


20  THIRTY-SIXTH  ANNIVERSARY. 

Love  makes  the  day,  't  is  not  the  sun; 

His  rays  may  but  in  mockery  shine. 
'T  is  darkness  if  't  is  light  alone ; 

But  love  alone  makes  light  divine. 


O  Thou  who  art  the  source  of  love, 
Still  shine  in  mercy  from  on  high, 

And  bring  us  to  that  world  above, 
Where  love  shall  never  wane  nor  die. 


THIRTY-SEVENTH  ANNIVERSARY.  121 


1882. 

T  THANK  my  God  for  all  the  varied  light 

^    Of  his  rich  mercy  which  doth  crown  my  days  ; 

While  the  whole  flying  year,  morn,  noon,  and  night, 

Brings  fresh  memorials  for  his  lasting  praise ; 

But  most  of  all,  that  after  such  delays 
Of  lowering  misery.in  a  wilful  heart, 

He  could  with  tender  loving-kindness  raise 
Me  from  my  lonely  prison,  and  impart 

The  dearest  blessing  that  can  charm  man's  life,  — 

A  loving,  faithful,  gentle,  winning  wife  ! 

Now,  may  the  course  of  even'  day  be  such 

As  shows  the  effort  of  a  grateful  mind. 
May  he  who  saves  us  by  his  healing  touch 

Keep  us  in  paths  of  piety  inclined  ; 

And  as  tin-  golden  threads  of  life  unwind. 
May  they  by  gra<  e  be  gathered  up  in  heaven, 

Till  Christ's  eternal  love  in  glory  bind 
The  hearts  thai  each  t<>  ea<  h  on  earth  were  given. 

Lord,  for  such  bliss  our  sinful  souls  prepare ; 

Then  make  us  shar.<  1    1  >f  tl 


122  THIRTY-EIGHTH  ANMVERSARY. 


1883 


OUR  earthly  pleasures  at  their  best 
Are  but  a  questionable  rest, 
Which  they  who  seek  as  their  chief  aim 
Find  an  inheritance  of  shame. 

For  this  world's  bliss  without  alloy 

We  never  safely  can  enjoy, 
And  therefore  to  the  loved  of  Heaven 

Affliction's  sacred  shield  is  given, 

To  save  from  those  infernal  darts 

Aimed  by  the  Tempter  at  our  hearts; 

And  sorrow  is  Faith's  telescope, 

Held  by  the  trembling  hand  of  Hope. 

So  looking  where  the  bulwarks  shine 

Of  our  inheritance  divine, 
The  sufferings  of  our  mortal  state 

Arc  balanced  by  the  eternal  weight 


THIRTY-EIGHTH  ANNIVERSARY.         123 

Of  life  and  immortality, 

From  every  shade  of  evil  free ; 
And  trials  pass  like  summer  showers, 

And  then  a  lovelier  growth  of  flowers. 

So  joys  and  griefs  alike  shall  be 

A  Father's  heavenly  ministry; 
And  all  the  wants  of  life  shall  prove 

A  gentle  discipline  of  love  ; 

Not  severing,  but  uniting  more 

The  hearts  that  grew  as  one  before, 

To  trust  with  sweet,  submissive  will 

Christ's  words  of  mercy,  Peace  !   be  still ! 


24  THIRTY-NINTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


I884. 


/^\H,  well  do  I  remember  when 

^-^   The  age  of  threescore  years  and  ten 

In  life's  horizon  lay, 
As  distant  mountains  in  repose, 
Beneath  a  robe  of  silent  snows, 

From  earth  how  far  away ! 

But  I  have  climbed  this  mountain  top, 
And  from  these  snowy  crags  look  up 

The  infinite  expanse; 
Where  morning  sweeps  a  vaster  sphere, 
And  distant  suns  seem  rushing  near, 

As  if  from  Heaven's  advance. 

The  clouds  are  all  beneath  me  now, 
The  skies  a  brighter  glory  show, 

The  Gates  Celestial  shine  ; 
And  I  sometimes  within  them  see 
The  form  of  Him  who  died  for  me 

Upon  the  Throne  Divine. 


THIRTY-NINTH  ANNIVERSARY.  \2\ 

So  we  in  love  have  travelled  on, 
For  He  hath  left  me  not  alone, 

But  this  dear  angel  given ; 
My  better  soul,  my  constant  wife, 
The  helpmeet  of  my  halting  life, 

To  lift  me  nearer  Heaven. 


O  Giver  of  each  perfect  gift ! 

Winged  by  thy  love,  our  days  fly  swift; 

But  as  the}-  fly  we  see 
How  filled  with  light  and  mercy,  all, 
The  claims  of  thy  dear  grace  recall, 

And  bring  our  souls  to  thee. 

When  angry  winds  tempestuous  roared, 
We  still  amid  the  storms  have  heard 

The  music  of  God's  days  ; 
Each  day  thy  love  our  diadem, 
Each  week  a  seven-fold  crowned  hymn 

Of  witness  to  thy  praise. 


What  do  these  boundless  mercies  prove. 
And  pul  ■       •        rateful  love, 

By  heavenly  grace  bestowed, 
But  this,      that  he,  our  loving  Friend, 
With  us  will  travel  to  the  end, 

Ami  bii"    us  home  t< i  ( iod ? 


126 


THIRTY-NINTH  ANNIVERSARY. 


Author  and  Finisher  of  Faith  ! 

We  rest  on  thy  sweet  word  that  saith, 

Thy  plea  for  us  in  prayer,  — 
That  when  we  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
We  shall  be  like  thee,  heart  to  heart, 

And  dwell  forever  there. 


FORTIETH   ANNIVERSARY.  \2J 


1885 


THROUGH  forty  years  of  wedded  life, 
God  grant  brought  nearer  heaven, 
How  full  of  light  and  love,  dear  wife, 
Our  journey  hath  been  given  ! 

So  little  have  we  known  of  woe, 

From  want  so  far  removed, 
Almost  a  paradise  below, 

Wherever  we  have  roved. 

By  manna  fed,  on  God's  own  word, 

And  in  his  grace  grown  strong, 
Their  forty  years  of  pilgrimage 

Our  fathers  thought  full  long- 
Hut  Love  Divine  our  life  hath  crowned 

With  blessings  all  the  way. 
And  sweetly  still  the  years  run  round, 

Love's  counsels  to  obey. 


t28  FORTIETH  ANNIVERSARY. 

The  air  presages  frost  and  snow, 
The  trees  have  shed  their  leaves, 

But  every  season  hath  its  own 
Dear  ministry  of  sheaves. 

And  in  our  blest  experience 

There  are  no  make-believes; 
For  God  is  love,  and  every  day 

Gives  all  that  faith  receives. 

The  whole  of  self  that  raises  us 

To  pride  for  what  we  seem, 
Were  but  a  sentence  and  a  curse, 

Like  old  Belshazzar's  dream  ! 

If  grace  did  never  interpose, 

Of  reason  so  bereft, 
No  remnant  but  of  sins  and  woes 

Had  in  man's  life  been  left. 

Dear  Lord  !   how  good,  how  kind,  how  mild, 

Thy  discipline  hath  been  ; 
Though  oft  by  folly  almost  spoiled, 

Through  threescore  years  and  ten. 

It  might  have  been  a  vale  of  tears, 
But  filled  with  rainbows  bright, 

The  retrospective  vision  wears 
A  radiance  of  delight. 


FORTIETH  ANNIVERSARY.  129 

And  could  we  live  our  years  again, 

By  old  experience  taught, 
Except  new  grace  upheld  us  still, 

Experience  would  be  nought. 

From  every  wilderness  of  wrong, 

Led  forth,  redeemed,  forgiven ; 
Dear  Miriam's  and  Moses'  song 

Shall  be  renewed  in  heaven. 

O  day  of  gifts  that  ushered  in 

The  empire  of  my  wife  ! 
O  day  of  days,  when  thou  wast  given 

To  be  my  star  of  life  ! 

Sweet  firmament  of  heavenly  grace  ! 

The  rising  of  a  morn, 
With  radiant  lights  and  melodies 

To  brighten  and  adorn ! 


30  FORTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 


1886. 


WHAT  loving-kindness  in  disguise 
From  the  great  city  bade  us  rise 
To  this  enchanted  ground; 
Where,  midst  the  rage  of  angry  seas, 
As  from  an  Ararat  we  gaze 
The  lovely  landscape  round. 

A  mount  of  vast  and  clear  survey, 
Where  shepherds  from  the  king's  highway 

With  pilgrims  might  have  come ; 
To  show  through  telescopic  eye 
Far  off  the  pearly  gates  on  high 

Of  their  celestial  home. 

For  Jacob's  ladder  doth  appear, 
And  angels  are  descending  here 

In  clouds  of  heavenly  flame  ; 
And  in  the  north,  angelic  hosts, 
With  diamond  spears  rush  to  their  posts, 

In  love's  celestial  name. 


FORTY-FIRST  .  I  KNIl  ERSA  R  Y. 

All  unimaginable  hues 

The  dying  hours  of  clay  diffuse, 

Colors  so  deep  and  fair, 
As  if  the  lightning  and  the  sun 
Had  met  and  mingled  into  one 

Magnetic  impulse  there. 

The  glory  and  the  peace  supreme. 
The  evening  light,  the  sunset  gleam, 

A  sea  with  diamonds  riven: 
Horizons  lost  in  boundless  air, 
Hills  rising  as  a  verdant  stair, 

Whose  landing-place  is  heaven. 


The  sky  reflected  in  a  glow 
Of  richer,  mellower  light  below. 

A  new  creation  seems. 
The  river  with  a  soul  imbued, 
Reverberates  infinitude. 

As  in  the  change  of  dreams. 


And  mirrored  in  its  silent  face. 

This  wondrous  evanescent  grace, 

Shed  from  the  heavens  abn 
Upri  radiant  glan 

The  indwelling  soul's  adorin    I 

Where  Nature  worships  <  iod 


32  FORTY-FIRST  ANNIVERSARY. 

Here,  clearest  one,  may  love's  control, 
In  God's  own  peace  preserve  thy  soul, 

And  grace  and  mercy  given, 
Make  thy  declining  years  renew 
The  freshness  of  youth's  vernal  dew, 

In  sweet  foretastes  of  heaven. 


The  reader  will  notice  that  the  forty-first  is  the 
last  of  the  anniversary  poems.  The  miscella- 
neous poems,  which  follow,  I  could  not  conscien- 
tiously withhold  from  this  volume,  as  they  were 
prized  by  my  dear  wife,  and  in  the  main,  se- 
lected by  her  for  publication  in  connection  with 
the  memorial  poems. 

Her  death,  which  occurred  on  Friday,  Novem- 
ber 19,  1886,  was  an  event  so  sudden,  so  instan- 
taneous, without  warning,  without  a  look,  a  word  ; 
as  swift  as  a  flash  of  lightning  out  of  a  cloudless 
heaven, — a  translation  like  that  of  Enoch,  "  who 
was  not,  for  God  took  him," — so  overwhelming 
that  I  hardly  dare  to  trust  myself  with  the  re- 
membrance of  it. 

Some  sentences  from  a  letter  written  by  me,  in 
answer  to  inquiries  of  sympathy,  anxiety,  and 
sorrow  from  a  very  dear  relative  of  my  beloved 
wife,  may  be  a  more  suitable  description  than 
anything  I  can  now  employ  :  — 

What  a  life  of  happiness  in  her  beloved  and 
loving  society  have  1.  in  God's  mercy,  been  per- 


BIR  THDA  J '  OFFERINGS.  \  3  3 

mittcd  to  enjoy!  Forty-one  years  of  the  love 
and  ministering  care  of  such  an  angel,  never 
thinking  of  herself,  but  always  for  me  and  oth- 
ers, with  her  tender,  anxious,  incessant  care,  al- 
ways renewed  ;  relieving  me  of  every  household 
anxiety,  with  such  an  artless,  affectionate,  trust- 
ful simplicity  and  earnestness,  that  the  life  of  the 
whole  family  was  an  unruffled  current  of  happi- 
ness ;  her  prayers  always  ascending  for  us  all  ; 
and  in  uninterrupted  attention  to  my  welfare,  for 
my  quietude,  and  happiness,  and  peace  of  mind 
and  heart. 

Oh  what  a  precious  era  of  existence  with  such 
a  being!  I  look  back  upon  it  all  with  amazement 
at  God's  loving-kindness,  in  providing  and  sparing 
for  so  many  years  such  an  angel  of  his  own  loving 
guidance  to  be  my  wife !  Oh  the  inestimable 
value  of  such  a  blessing  ! 

And  then  the  precious  benediction  of  our  ador- 
able Redeemer  upon  our  mutual  affection,  in 
which  there  could  be  no  idolatry,  but  a  sweet  ful- 
filment  of  his  own   dear  command,  "  HUSBANDS, 

li  »\  1.  vour  Wives,  even  as  Chrisi   loved  the 

Cm  la  ll.  ami  G  \\  1;  1 1  [MSI  11  1  <  iR  11."  No  hu- 
man bring  ran  ever  go  beyond  that,  nor  can  any 
one  ever  come  up  t<>  it,  except  by  tin-  inspiration 
of  our  dear  Lord's  own  Divine  Spirit,  which,  if 
I  and  obeyed,  would  make  every  family 
cm  earth  a  dwellil  M  I        en. 


1 34  BIR  TUP.  I  Y  OFFERINGS. 

Truly,  "  the  voice  of  rejoicing  and  salvation" 
is  thus  in  the  "tabernacles  of  the  righteous,"  and 
will  always  be  such  as  long  as  Christ's  own 
prayers  and  commandments  are  offered  and 
obeyed  ;  our  households  are  thus  of  Christ's  own 
creation  and  presence.  Their  mercy-seat  under 
the  wings  of  his  own  cherubim,  intended  as  the 
representative  of  his  presence  and  love.  Oh 
what  an  uninterrupted,  constituted  state  of  infi- 
nite mercy  would  even  this  world  be,  if  only  this 
one  command  of  wedded  love,  parental  tender- 
ness, and  holy  teaching  of  the  children,  given  by 
our  blessed  Saviour  for  every  family  on  earth, 
were  fulfilled  by  all ! 

Oh  who  can  rightly  appreciate  the  preciousness 
of  such  a  gift  ! 

Several  weeks  before  my  dear  wife  was  so  trans- 
lated from  us  on  earth  to  Heaven,  she  had  been 
employed  in  preparation  for  a  mission  of  tender- 
est  love  and  mercy  to  the  dear  children,  so  be- 
loved by  her  (and  especially  to  dear  little  YYyatt), 
whose  education  in  Christ's  own  love  had  been 
for  many  months  so  great  an  object  of  her  anxiety 
and  prayer. 

Oh  how  the  dear  child  was  intwined  in  the 
affections  of  her  heart, and  what  sweet,  attractive, 
and  entrancing  power  of  heavenly  emotion  she 
possessed  over  him!  Every  night  and  morning 
she   carried    him  to  the   gates   of  the  New  Jerusa- 


BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS.  135 

lem,  and  set  him  down  there  as  in  the  care  of 
guardian  angels!  And  now,  just  before  this  new 
Christmas  season,  she  was  getting  a  sweet  array 
of  attractive,  persuasive  lessons  and  presents  for 
him  and  for  the  other  dear  ones,  and  was  antici- 
pating the  happiness  of  another  winter  of  undis- 
turbed and  blessed  efforts  to  lead  his  youthful 
heart  to  Jesus. 

Oh  what  would  she  not  have  enjoyed  in  carry- 
ing out  this  intention  ;  which  indeed  she  seemed 
to  have  regarded  in  some  respects  as  if  it  were 
her  final  and  crowning  missionary  work  in  the 
dear  circle  of  souls  committed  to  her  charge  ! 

We  had  been  perusing  the  record  of  some  happy 
pilgrimage  full  of  usefulness,  and  closed  with 
grace  and  glory.  I  cannot  now  remember  the 
name  of  the  Pilgrim,  whose  life  and  death  were 
so  full  of  radiance  ;  but  these  lines  which  I  now 
copy  were  written  then  :  — 

Dearest  Love,  may  I  and  you 
Find  this  Pilgrim's  record  true  : 
Dearest  Love,  may  you  and  1, 

Watching,  praying,  hourly  try, 
From  Christ's  earnest  in  the  heart, 
By  the  1 1'  'l\  Spiiit  given, 
Eai  li  to  others  to  impart 
Something  "i  tin-  bliss  "i  heaven  ! 

May  ire  by  tliis  river  Ih 

Till  in  gloi  y  ire  ai  1 

Finding  still,  (<>i  me  and  you, 


136  BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS, 

Something  more  for  each  to  do  ; — 
Something  more  for  Jesus'  praise, 
Ere  we  close  our  pilgrim  days. 

May  we,  by  this  river  living, 
Hourly  drafts  to  others  giving, 
Find  it  sweeter  thus  to  give, 
Than  else  it  could  be  to  receive, 
Till  in  glory  we  arrive  : 
Finding  still,  for  me  and  you, 
Some  more  precious  work  to  do  ; 
More  for  our  Redeemer's  praise, 
Ere  we  close  our  pilgrim  days  ! 


BIRTH  I)  A  V   OFFERINGS. 


137 


THE    FAREWELL    BLESSING. 

T  T  OW    precious    to    each    heart    the    farev/ell 

blessing 
Of  all  departing  saints  in  Christ  is  found  ! 
They,  like  the  sun,  seem  larger  at  their  setting, 
And  flood  with  light  the  whole  creation   round. 

May  God's  dear  mercy  grant  us  such  possession, 
And  power  of  faith  to  speak  our  Saviour's  love; 

That  we  may  know  the  bliss  of  faith's  confession, 
Through  all  earth's  pilgrimage   towards   heaven 
above ! 

That  hope  in  Christ, — how  glorious,  how  divine  ! 
<  iod's  witness  to  the  Grace  of  his  Dear  Son  ! 

A  light  through  all  the  vale  of  death  to  shine, 
The  Resurrection   and  the  Life  begun. 

Oh  what  a  dream  of  glory  might  it  be, 

If  thou,  (iod's  dearest  gift,  -my  loving  wife  — 
Should  prove  the  Angel  first  to  welcome  nic 

Within  tin-  glories  <»f  Eternal  Life 

()  gracious  God!  within  thy  presence  hide  us, 
Redeemed  and  sheltered  from  the  death  of  sin  ; 

And  grant  thy  Holy  Spirit's  -mu-  t<>  guide  us, 
llu-  Resurrection  Life  in  Christ  to  win. 


1 38  BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS. 


BIRTHDAY    OFFERING. 

DAY  of  thy  birth,  my  loving  wife ! 
Oh,  who  could  then  foresee 
The  spring  of  love,  the  star  of  life, 
Thou  wouldst  be  unto  me ! 

In  all  my  wanderings  round  the  globe 

How  little  could  I  dream 
That  such  a  rainbow  light  would  come 

To  comfort  and  redeem ; 

That  I,  unworthy  and  forlorn, 
So  man)'  years  should  roam, 

And  thou  reserved  my  bride  to  be, 
The  angel  of  my  home  ! 

Most  Merciful !  deal  kindly  still, 
Thou  Everlasting  Friend! 

And  lead  us  gently,  all  thy  way, 
Rejoicing  to  the  end. 

Whatever  be  thy  blessed  will, 

Oh,  let  not  ours  intrude ; 
For  thou  alone  art  always  still 

The  Giver  of  all  ^ood. 


BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS.  139 

But  grant  that  in  the  Book  of  Life 

Our  names  as  one  remain, 
Forever  to  adore  his  grace, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain. 

Our  times  are  in  his  loving  hand, 

And  our  eternal  bliss; 
Our  quiet  sleep  at  his  command, 

Our  resurrection  his. 

As  in  the  covenant  of  his  love 

Our  Christian  names  were  tied, 
So  in  the  presence  of  the  Lord 

Forever  we  '11  abide. 


LOVE'S    EARLIEST   MEMORIALS. 

A/E  dear  memorials  of  love's  earliest  hours  ! 
*       Mow    pleasant     to     be    welcomed     by    these 
flowers ' 
rateful  as  the  fragrant  breath  of  June, 
Sweet  as  the  dew,  precious  as  these  soft  showers 
Falling  t<>  day,  like  spring,  from  morn  till  noon, 
Mayhap  till  twilight  introduce  the  moon. 

With  interlude  of  winds,  through  autumn  bow 
Kissing  the  earth,  keeping  the  world  in  tune. 


140  BIRTHDAY  OFFER  I  AGS. 

The  autumnal  rain  veils  with  a  misty  light 

The  birth  of  that  fair  bridal  cloudless  day, 

When,  in  the  covenant  of  God's  holy  rite, 

We  gave  each  other  and  ourselves  away, 

And,  in  our  little  boat  with  promise  bright, 

As  for  the  unseen  land  of  pure  delight, 

With  hopes  and  prayers  and  grateful  praise  ahvay, 

From  the  dear  household  shore  we  sailed  that  day. 

With  clouds  of  blessings  borne  by  anxious  fears, 

Distilled  from  prayers  as  rainbows  by  the  sun, 

Groups  of  loved  friends  surrounded  us  in  tears, 

Not  doubtful  of  the  sunshine  from  above, 

Hut  with  rich  fruits  of  tenderest  yearning  love, 

Insurance  for  life's  journey  so  begun, 

Not  knowing  through  what  snares  their  path  might 

run, 
Hy  whom  the  crown  of  glory  should  be  won. 

The  tears,  the  prayers,  the  sadness,  and  the  joy,  — 
Not  dreams  of  evil  darkling  o'er  the  mind, 
Nor  premonitions  of  mistakes  entwined, 
Nor  in  default  of  thoughts  to  God  resigned, 
But  that  no  earthly  bliss,  without  alloy, 
Corner  from  the  Father  of  Eternal  Light, 
Whose  gifts  alike  arc.  morning,  noon,  or  night, 
A  jewelled  train  with  his  own  radiance  bright. 

Sure  as  the  covenant  in  God's  word  expressed, 
Sure  as  the  sun  shining  from  east  to  west, 


BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS.  *4* 

His  love  shall  guide  our  daily  pilgrimage, 
Who  gives  his  angels  charge,  where'er  we  roam, 
To  keep  our  faltering  steps  through  every  stage, 
Till  he  shall  speak  the  word  that  calls  us  home, 
With  all  the  dear  ones  of  the  household  blest, 
To  be  partakers  of  his  heavenly  rest. 

Now  be  the  temple,  —  oft  by  mercy  swept 

For  his  abode  who  knocked  for  entrance  there, — 

In  heart  and  mind  by  grace  divinely  kept, 

In  his  dear  name,  with  holiest  praise  and  prayer; 

Till  his  indwelling  presences  become, 

Through  love's  assurance  of  our  sins  forgiven, 

Sweet  foretastes  of  the  life  that  makes  heaven  home, 

Dear  worship  of  a  faith  that  makes  home  heaven. 


PERPETUAL   YOUTH. 

FOR  do  you  not  know  that  the  older  you  gr 
The  nearer  you  come  to  perpetual  youth? 

With  the  swift-flowing  river  of  time  you 

To  the  bright-rolling  ocean  of  God's  own  truth. 
And    the    world    where   your    lather   is   taking   iHir 

souls, 

I      'in  tin-  u  recks  that  w  ing    *'ii  billc. 


142  BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS. 

Is  a  world  that  forever  in  harmony  rolls, 

And  brings  to  all  anguish  the  sweetest  relief. 

There  the  old  men  ramble  with  children's  hearts, 
As  though  never  a  manhood  of  sin  were  known ; 

And  the  children  handle  for  sport  the  darts 
From  the  bow  of  the  enemy  hurtless  thrown. 

So  the  dimmer  your  vision,  and  darker  the  night, 

The  sooner  it  opens  in  endless  light; 
And  the  nearer  by  sickness  to  death  you  come, 

The  nearer  you  are  to  that  beautiful  home, 
In  the  clime  where  never  a  child  shall  say, 

"My  head!   my  heart!  I  am  ill  to-day." 
But  holy  and  happy  with  Christ  in  heaven, 

The  people  for  his  dear  sake  forgiven, 
Wander  at  will  by  the  banks  of  Life's  river, 

Breathing  its  blossoms  forever  and  ever. 


ONE  DAY  AS  A  THOUSAND  YEARS. 

HOW  long  the  sweetness  of  this  life  shall  be, 
The  God  that  gave  it  only  can  foretell ; 
His  loving-kindness  thus  to  you  and  me 

Shall  never  end  while  in  its  truth  we  dwell. 
Give  but  the  grace,  our  God  !   even  through  tears, 

To  learn  a  little  of  thy  truth  by  love; 
Then    death    shall   teach    us   more   than   thousand 
years, 
The  moment  we  behold  thy  face  above. 


BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS.  1 43 

For  thou,  our  Father,  art  our  all  in  all, 

And  we,  thy  children,  on  thy  bosom  fall, 
And  death  is  life  to  those  who  trust  in  thee, 
And  where  thou  art,  there  shall  thy  servants  be. 

Beholding  thus  our  Saviour,  face  to  face, 

Seeing  as  seen,  and  knowing  even  as  known, 

And  by  the  discipline  of  such  sweet  grace 
Made  fit  to  bear  the  glory  of  his  throne: 

Praise  to  the  God  of  so  divine  a  power! 
Father  of  mercies,  give  us  hearts  to  praise ; 

Long  as  our  life  shall  last  preserve  this  dower, 

And  be  the  keeper  of  our  endless  days. 


And  a  little  CHILD  SHALL  lead  them.  —  Isa.  xi.  6. 

Shall  lead  them  to  Jesus!   Oh  wonderful  word, 
By  the  prophet  of  Judah  in  majesty  heard  ! 
Shall  lead  them  to  Jesus;    for  "  Come  unto  me" 
Is  the  voice  to  all  nations,  in  God's  jubilee. 

And  the  mothers  shall  follow,  that  strayed  from  the 

fold, 

Their  lambs  gathered  back  from  the  darkness  and 

cold  ; 

And  the  children  the  praises  of  Jesus  shall  speak, 
And  the  hearts  of  the  fathers  their  children  shall 
ek. 


144  BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS. 

'T  is  the  voice  of  redemption  to  Adam's  lost  race, — 
The  youthful,  the  aged,  by  land  and  by  sea ; 
The  voice  of  their  Father's  all-merciful  grace, 
The  voice  of  the  Saviour,  "  Come  quickly  to  me." 

Shall  the  knowledge  of  Christ  to  the  wide  world  be 

given, 
And  the  light  of  his  teaching,  as  far  as  the  sun, 
But  the  story  of  love  in  the  gospel  be  driven 
From  the  schools,  where  the   life  of  the  heart   is 

begun? 

Oh,  far  be  the  word  from  the  State  and  the  house- 
hold, 
That  dares  intercept  the  Redeemer's  decree, 
Or  shuts  from  the  scholar  the  sweet  invitation, 
"  In  the  dew  of  your  youth,  conic,  ye  children  >  to  me!  " 

In  the  church,  in  the  school,  in  the  house  of  our 

childhood, 
God's  truth  shall  forever  be  settled  and  free; 
And  sacred  the  seal  of  the  God-given  freedom, 
Forbid  not  the  children  to  come  unto  me! 

Unto  me,  your  Redeemer  from  sin  and  perdition, 
In  whose  loving  mercy  forever  ye  dwell ; 
The  lost  dying  sinner's  Almighty  Physician, 

Your  own  loving  Saviour  from  death  and  from  hell. 


BIRTHDAY  OFFERINGS.  1 45 

And   the   State   that    forbids,    in    its    bold,    daring 

madness, 
The  gospel  that  Jesus  commands  to  be  spread, 
Shall  be  as  the  Sodom,  condemned  by  its  vices, 
Whose  children  spring  forth  from  the  crimes  of  the 

dead. 

But  in  the  glad  music  of  Zion's  hosannas 

The  voice  of  all  nations  united  shall  be, 

With  the  words  floating  wide  on  love's  conquering 

banners, 
"Forever,  ye  little  ones,  come  unto  me  !  " 


1 46       CREATION'S   CHRISTMAS  ANTHEM. 


CREATION'S    CHRISTMAS    ANTHEM. 

ODAY  of  glory  in  the  air 
And  gladness  through  the  sky; 
Of  light  and  sunshine  everywhere, 
That  sin  and  death  defy ! 

Oh,  dearest  of  all  melodies, 

The  song  of  songs  to  me, 
Is  this;  —  that  since  Christ  came  to  earth, 

Good  will  to  men  shall  be ! 

For  Christ  to  you  this  day  was  born, 

A  Saviour  from  your  sins ; 
To-day  your  Resurrection  Morn 

From  death  to  life  begins. 

He's  born  a  babe,  to  die  for  you, 

That  you  may  never  die. 
But  live  forever  in  his  love 

Beyond  the  starry  sky. 


CREATION'S  CHRISTMAS  ANTHEM.      147 

O  day  of  freedom  from  despair, 

And  melody  complete; 
Of  rest  upon  the  harbor  fair, 

And  quiet  in  the  street. 

The  mountains  to  the  little  hills 

Sing  out  their  songs  of  joy; 
The  hills  clap  hands  to  all  the  vales, 

The  birds  their  notes  employ. 

It  is  the  Sabbath  of  God's  mirth, 

The  proof  that  love  prevails  ; 
Where  all  creation  had  its  birth, 

And  life  that  never  fails. 

Sing  forth  his  love  through  all  the  earth, 

As  he  the  mission  gives; 
And  tell  the  whole  despairing  world, 

That  now  the  sinner  lives. 

No  more  shall  guilt  infest  the  ground, 

Nor  death  the  flowers  invade; 
But  life  and  health  breathe  sweetly  round, 

(  >Vr  hill  .ind  vale  and  glade, 

Where  blossoms  spring  with  daisy  bu 
And  flowers  forever  bi  ight, 

And  tree    < >f  Pai adi  e  are  found 
By  i  i\  ei  s  oi  delight  ; 


148      CREATION'S  CHRISTMAS  ANTHEM. 

And  New  Jerusalems  arise, 
Where  guardian-angels  meet, 

And  throngs  of  merry  boys  and  girls 
Are  playing  in  the  street. 

They  call  your  names  with  glad  surprise, 

Each  other  there  to  greet, 
For  never  in  their  dreams  did  rise 

A  vision  half  so  sweet. 

O  Lamb  of  God,  whose  precious  blood 

Brings  such  a  joy  to  me, 
In  the  dear  hope  that  once  for  all 

We  may  thy  glory  see, 

Because  thy  dying  love  hath  gained 

In  heaven  such  rest  to  be, 
Salvation  from  the  guilt  and  death 

Of  earth's  idolatry ! 

Transcendent  gift  of  Jesus'  love, 

Bestowed  on  such  as  me  ! 
God  help  me  to  believe,  each  hour, 

That  mine  such  bliss  can  be  ! 

Forever  shall  our  souls,  dear  Lord, 

Breathe  thy  beloved  name, 
And  sing  the  everlasting  song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 


THE  PROPHECIES   OF  SPRING.  1 49 


THE   PROPHECIES   OF   SPRING. 


SOFT-STEALING  Spring  !   from  thy  daybreak 
Our  world  a  brighter  air  doth  take. 
Commencing  with  the  violet's  birth, 
A  bridal  morn  spreads  o'er  the  earth; 
And  all  the  flowers  from  March  to  May 
Will  soon  have  blossomed  into  day. 


The  tender  fragrant  brake  unweaves 
To  the  sun  its  pale  compacted  leaves; 
'Neath  tufts  of  glossy  evergreen 
The  crimson  berries  hide  unseen  ; 
But  well  the  truant  schoolboys  know 
Where  ivy  buds  and  berries  grow. 

Returning  birds  are  on  the  wing 
At  thy  loved  call,  enchanting  Spring! 
And  budding  forth  with  fearless  haste, 
I ntruding  on  the  winter's  waste, 
Thy  snow  drops  in  the  chilly  air 
Renew  my  faith,  repro^  e  m\  1  are, 


150  THE   PROPHECIES   OF  SPRING. 

The  mazy  brooks,  at  thy  loud  call 

Released  from  winter's  icy  thrall, 

Merry  as  girls  let  loose  from  school, 

And  unrestrained  by  art  or  rule, 

Sing  to  the  moss  flowers,  where  they  grow, 

Sing  to  the  melting  wreaths  of  snow. 


Filled  with  the  sunshine  of  the  soul, 
Sweet  thoughts  steal  forth  at  thy  control ; 
The  humming  of  the  busy  bee 
Foretells  the  summer's  minstrelsy, 
And  all  the  pulses  of  the  heart 
Into  new  life  ecstatic  start. 


O  blessed  Spring  !   sweet  time  of  hope  ! 
Thou  lift'st  my  drooping  spirit  up ; 
Thou  send'st  me  forth  truth's  seeds  to  sow 
Where'er  the  living  waters  flow; 
Thy  promises  my  faith  employ,  — 
Who  sow  in  tears,  shall  reap  in  joy. 


O  maiden  fair,  at  thy  dear  voice 
The  mountains  and  the  vales  rejoice ; 
Once  more  the  woods  with  music  ring, 
West  winds  of  thee  are  whispering, 
And  every  stream  re-echoes  sweet 
The  silver  bells  upon  thy  feet 


THE  PROPHECIES  OF  SPRING.  1 5 l 

O  prophesying  Spring  !  in  thee 
The  lesson  of  our  life  we  see 
Compact  with  germs  of  truth  and  right, 
That  struggle  upwards  to  the  light, 
And  disciplined  with  April  showers 
Break  forth  in  summer  fruits  and  flowers. 

And  when  the  golden  harvests  wave, 
And  snow  lies  on  the  Winter's  grave; 
When  for  the  Resurrection  day 
We  lay  our  mortal  dress  away,  — 
The  ascended  soul  within  heaven's  gate 
Shall  her  divine  companion  wait. 


*52  A   HYMN. 


A   HYMN 

FOR   MY   SABBATH-SCHOOL   CHILDREN, 

\\  70ULD  you  be  as  angels  are? 

Sing  His  praise ! 
Would  you  banish  every  care? 

Sing  His  praise  !    - 
Like  the  lark  upon  the  wing, 
Like  the  warbling  bird  of  spring, 
Like  the  crystal  spheres  that  ring, 

Sing  His  praise ! 

Like  the  hidden  bird  of  night, 

Sing  His  praise ! 
Like  the  linnet  in  the  light, 

Sing  His  praise ! 
Like  the  shouting  sons  of  God, 
Like  the  morning  star's  accord, 
Like  the  stormy  winds  abroad, 

Sing  I  lis  praise  ! 

In  the  church  and  in  the  street, 

Sing  I  lis  praise  ! 
If  a  Christian  you  do  meet, 

Sing  His  praise  ! 


A   HYMN.  153 

In  the  house  and  by  the  way, 
At  your  work  and  at  your  play, 
Like  the  elements  alway, 
Sing  His  praise  ! 

If  the  world  upon  you  frown, 

Sing  His  praise  ! 
If  you  're  left  to  sing  alone, 

Sing  His  praise ! 
If  sad  trials  come  to  you, 
As  to  every  one  they  do, 
For  that  they  are  blessings  too, 

Sing  His  praise ! 

For  his  wondrous  dying  love 

Sing  His  praise  ! 
That  He  intercedes  above 

Sing  His  praise  ! 
Thus,  whene'er  you  come  to  die, 
You  shall  soar  beyond  the  sky, 
And  with  angel-choirs  on  high 

Sing  His  praise ! 


154  THE  ACCEPTED    TIME. 


THE   ACCEPTED   TIME. 

OUT  of  the  Word,  God  and  my  conscience  say, 
"  In  the  Lord's  vineyard  work  for  me  to-day ;  " 
Out  of  my  heart  the  bells  of  Satan  chime, 
"  Wait  till  you  have  a  more  convenient  time." 

Out  of  the  Word,  "  With  strictness  keep  thy  heart." 
How  can  I  keep  it,  Lord,  if  thou  depart? 
The  Spirit  summons  me  to  watch  and  pray; 
The  Flesh  replies,  "  For  this  time  go  thy  way." 

Oh,  then,  to-day,  take,  Lord,  thy  loving  rule, 
And  keep  my  truant,  foolish  thoughts  at  school ! 
As  yet  I  have  not  learned  love's  ABC, 
Nor  shall  I  ever  till  I  learn  of  thee. 

Wind  up  my  heart,  O  Lord,  and  set  it  right; 
So  shall  it  run  for  thee  by  day,  by  night. 
My  thoughts  no  more  from  thee  shall  fly  astray, 
For  love  divine  shall  bind  me  to  thy  sway. 


THE  ACCEPTED    TIME.  155 

A  living  temple  thus  my  soul  shall  be, 
Furnished  by  heavenly  grace  and  kept  for  thee. 
For  thee  its  faithful  altar-fires  shall  burn, 
To  thee  in  love  its  warm  affections  turn ; 

And  as  a  flame  the  spire  shall  point  to  heaven, 
And  as  a  choir  the  bells  shall  ring  "  Forgiven  !  " 
And  earth  shall  answer  the  celestial  chime, 
"  Thy  will  be  done :    now  is  the  accepted  time  !  " 


156  GOD'S  PRESENCE   OUR  LIFE. 


If  thy  Presence  go  not  with  us,  carry  us  not  up 
hence."  —  Ex.  xxxiii.  15. 

TV  /TY  God,  I  cannot  live  without 

Thy  presence  and  thy  love ; 
My  soul  rejoices  in  thy  word, 

All  earthly  joys  above. 
That  I  no  more  may  break  with  thee, 

No  more  from  thee  depart, 
Give  me  thy  covenant,  and  enthrone 

Thy  love  within  my  heart. 

That  love  shall  keep  its  seal  for  me, 

My  heart  forever  thine, 
Thy  face  in  glory  I  shall  see, 

And  in  thine  image  shine. 

Then,  from  these  transient  clouds,  shall  rise 

The  heaven  of  endless  light; 
And  I  deliverance  sweet  shall  know 

From  all  that  dims  my  sight; 
Lo,  from  the  midnight  of  the  soul, 

I  despair  shall  flee  aw  ay, 
And  I  enjoy  beyond  control 

God's  everlasting  day. 


GOD'S  PRESENCE   OUR  LIFE.  1-J 

Till  then,  at  thy  command  I  stay, 

Thy  counsel  to  fulfil ; 
And  I  shall  know  forever  so, 

The  pleasure  of  thy  will. 

Thy  presence  my  perpetual  joy 

Through  all  eternity, 
A  living  temple  for  my  God 

Forever  I  shall  be. 
No  more  to  leave  my  God,  my  heaven, 

But  there  forever  shine, 
The  chief  of  sinners  so  forgiven, 

And  God  forever  mine. 


158       SABBATH  OF   lor//  FEBRUARY,    1861. 


SABBATH  OF  THE  ioth  FEBRUARY,   1861. 

TO   MY   DEAR  WIFE. 

T)Y  Nature,  grace,  and  God's  revealed  word, 
*-*    O  day  divine,  with  beauty,  truth,  and  love, 

An  orb  serene  let  down  from  heaven  above ; 
Earth  shines  as  if  't  were  paradise  restored, 

The  bride  adorned  for  her  returning  Lord. 

And  if  the  soul's  inward  divine  array 

Were  occupied  with  presences  as  bright, 

And  heavenly  shone  with  like  celestial  light, 
Content  in  such  a  blissful  frame  to  stay 

One  need  not  wish  for  wings  to  fly  away. 

And  such  a  rest  might  angels,  wandering  past, 
Mistake  for  precincts  of  their  own  bright  home. 

From  this  to  heaven  it  were  not  far  to  roam, 
Nor  need  the  impatient  spirit  upward  haste; 

The  lingering  hours  so  spent  were  never  waste. 

So  by  the  Sabbath's  holy  grace  we  may, 
As  in  a  silver  boat  or  flaming  car, 

Be  from  the  world's  wild  tumult  floated  far, 
And,  through  the  business  of  each  working  day, 

A  Sabbath's  journey  nearer  heaven  alway. 


THE  DREAM  AND   ITS  MEANING.        I$Q 


THE   DREAM    AND    ITS   MEANING. 

\\  7HAT  lovely  ministers  of  grace, 

To  show  the  steps  to  Heaven  ! 
An  open  Paradise  disclosed, 
By  their  example  given  ! 

Those  saints,  in  Jacob's  midnight  dream, 
The  wanderer  taught  to  climb, 

Would  he  but  tread  where  they  but  led, 
To  regions  so  sublime  ! 

To  them  no  sweeter  lesson  shown, 

While  God  revealed  the  way, 
Than  by  their  own  success  to  teach 

God's  Patriarch  how  to  pray. 

In  Padan-aram's  open  air 

How  glorious  was  the  sight, 
When,  angel-winged,  each  seraph  trod 

Those  stairs  of  golden  light. 

How  sweet,  how  kind,  the  lesson  taught, 
And  through  the  Patriarch  given,  — 

God's  steps  from  earth  must  all  be  trod, 
If  we  would  rise  to  Heaven. 


160       iHh    DREAM  AND  ITS  MEANING. 


Oh,  blessed  stewardship  of  grace, 

That,  laden  so  with  love, 
We  may  angelic  footsteps  trace, 

In  guiding  souls  above. 

For  so  the  ladder  plain  implied,  — 
Though  wings  could  sweep  the  air, 

The  soul  of  man  must  first  be  tried 
By  faith  and  hope  and  prayer ! 

No  gentler  lessons  e'er  conveyed, 
By  Christ's  dear  symbols  given, 

Than  this  angelic  drama  played, 
From  earth  to  upper  heaven. 

It  was  our  A  B  C  of  grace, 

Our  early  Christmas  talk; 
It  was  our  standing-stool  of  life, 

Ere  we  had  learned  to  walk; 

The  blissful  law  to  parents  given, 

For  little  ones  to  heed, 
With  childhood's  dear  confiding  steps, 

Where  those  they  loved  could  lead. 

Love's  holiest  earl\-  covenant, 

Renewed  through  every  age, 
That  each  successive  race  might  win 

Its  heavenly  pilgrimage! 


THE  FIRST  APRIL-FOOL'S  DAY. 


THE   FIRST   APRIL-FOOL'S    DAY. 

IT  was  a  day  when  Wind  and  Sun, 
Resolving  they  would  have  some  fun, 
In  playful  mood  combined  together 
To  cheat  the  Spring  about  the  weather. 

They  knew  there  would  be  frost  and  snow 
Ere  winter  winds  should  cease  to  blow, 
But  said,  "  We  will  persuade  the  trees, 
By  summer  sun  and  balmy  breeze, 
To  ope  their  blossoms  to  the  air, 
And  shed  their  earl)'  fragrance  there; 
And  though  it  be  eight  weeks  too  soon, 
We  '11  make  believe  the  first  of  June." 

'T  was  when  the  months  had  ne'er  been  named, 
Nor  Nature  to  man's  whimseys  tamed, 
For  all  was  wild  and  dcbonnairet 

.And  fancy  -ported  free  and  fair; 

Old  Falsehood's  reign  had  not  begun, 
With  Adam's  race  imposed  upon; 
Fermented  drinks  had  not  been  quaffed, 
Nor  shapely  fruit-trees  cut  for  graft 


162  THE   FIRST  APRIL-FOOL'S  BAY. 

It  was  a  world  of  things  sincere  ; 
Nor  rum  was  known,  nor  lager  beer. 
If  from  the  mossy  fountain's  brink 
Men  turned  some  sweeter  draught  to  drink, 
Cool  clustered  grapes  were  pressed  in  the  cup  ; 
A  nectar  humming-birds  might  sup, 
Or  robin-redbreasts,  when  they  pair, 
Nor  be  the  worse  for  such  a  fare. 

It  was  the  first  of  April  ;  though 
Nor  Sun  nor  Wind  as  yet  did  know 
The  months  would  e'er  be  christened  so, 
But  went  in  their  simplicity, 
From  guile  and  malice  wholly  free, 
As  sportive  maids  could  ever  be. 
The  birds  already  'gan  to  sing, 
And  prophesied  an  early  Spring. 

That  morn  the  laughing  day  did  break, 
As  eyelids  of  a  babe  awake 
From  slumbering  on  its  mother's  breast, 
With  Love  and  infant  dreams  refreshed. 

Had  you  been  there, you  would  have  thought 
That  April  slumbering  June  had  caught, 
And  in  a  masque  so  changed  attire 
As  would  confound  the  boldest  liar. 

The  sun  with  such  sweet  lustre  rose, 

As  the  earth's  bridal  morning  shows. 


THE   FIRST  APRIL-FOOL'S  DAY.  163 

The  sleeping  buds,  each  with  his  cup, 

Drank  the  divine  solution  up. 

Their  infant  blossoms  'gan  unroll, 

In  leaflets  to  the  sweet  control 

Of  such  a  fond  caressing  gale, 

As  blushes  fired  in  cheeks  so  pale, 

That  you  might  think  the  boughs  were  hung 

With  snow-drifts,  and  with  roses  strung; 

Or  apple-blooms  had  instant  shown, 

Where  snow-drops  only  could  have  grown. 

And  so  the  exquisite  process  grew, 
In  simple  faith,  all  the  day  through. 
All  Nature  did  the  summer  greet, 
Childlike,  and  thoughtless  of  deceit ; 
Till  that  which  should  have  waited  weeks, 
Beguiled  by  unsuspected  freaks, 
Sprung  to  such  sweetness  in  one  day, 
As  one  night's  frost  might  sweep  away. 

And  sooth,  it  came;    for  the  warm  Sun 
And  frolic  Wind,  their  mischief  done, 
Not  knowing  what  the  v\\(\  would  be, 
( )f  all  this  sportive  treachery, 
Resumed  the  manners  of  the  spring, 

I  1  }ee  \\ hat  droll  alarm  't  would  brii 

So  frost  and  snow,  with  clouds  m\k\  rain, 

I I  it  d<>\\  n  upon  the  woods  again  , 


\6x  'flllC  FIRST  APRIL-FOOL'S  DAY. 

And  summer's  sun,  and  April  showers, 

And  balmy  gales,  wooing  the  flowers, 

Wearily  waited  for,  came  not, 

That  should  have  come  unbribed,  unsought; 

But  wintry  gloom  and  frosty  air, 

And  dying  buds  and  blank  despair, 

With  mildewed  leaves,  and  scar  and  blot; 

Instead  of  lovely  blossoms,  fraught 

With  grateful  thanks  to -sun  and  air, 

That  made  Eve's  paradise  so  fair. 

And  now  the  Sun  and  Wind  once  more 
Renewed  the  utmost  of  their  power. 
Repenting  of  their  hash'  game, 
To  drooping  Nature's  help  they  came. 
But  all  too  late  !      All  they  could  do, 
The  whole  o'  the  backward  spring  run  through, 
Regret,  remorse,  could  not  redeem 
Their  fraud  on  Nature's  simple  scheme. 
Jul\-  itself  but  brought  again 
April,  where  July  should  have  been. 
Where  breathes  and  blooms  the  first  of  June, 
The  first  of  April  was  too  soon. 
Spring-tide  and  harvest  both  went  wrong; 
And  all  the  summer  season  long 
The  Sun  and  Wind  were  heard  to  say, 
"Ourselves  were  the  April  fools  that  day. 
Who  would  have  thought  a  few  short  hours 
Could  work  such  havoc  with  the  (lowers!  " 


THE  FIRST  APRIL-EOOES  DAY.  165 

Oh,  happy  world,  were  all  misrule 
No  worse  than  Nature's  play  at  school ; 
For  each  new  season  would  restore 
Creation's  beauty  as  before. 

But  we  are  under  sacred  laws 
Of  heart  and  thought  and  word,  because 
A  dreadful  and  malignant  power 
Is  ever  waiting  to  devour, 
And  watching  still,  in  things  of  good, 
Some  opening  where  he  may  intrude. 
And  worlds  of  mischief  ma)'  be  wrought 
By  idle  speech,  from  careless  thought, 
With  inconsiderate  lessons  taught. 

The  promise  you  have  made  in  fun, 
Redeem  before  the  setting  sun: 
For  truth  and  love  are  the  only  power 
That  can  be  trusted  with  one  hour, 
And  careless  jests  oft  harm  procure, 
That  all  our  wisdom  cannot  cure, 
And  plant  a  woe,  all  Nature  through, 
Mere  penitence  could  ne'er  undo. 
And  prepossessive  falsehoods  blight 
A  lite  with  fairest  promise  bright. 

:  moods  are  sibyls,  coy  and  shy, 
And  jealous  of  n 

1  if  you  pass  them  heedle  s  by, 
I !  'ii  may  1  *p<  ct 


1 66  a  firSt  may  morning. 

If  God's  dear  words  were  man's  good  pleasure, 

There  were  no  need  of  other  treasure  ; 

For  still  the  endowment  of  his  Spirit 

Each  soul  sincere  would  sure  inherit. 

But  ah,  the  misery  of  that  well-known  rhyme, 

Procrastination  is  the  thief  of  Time  ! 

THE   FIRST   MAY   MORNING. 

He  that  goeth  forth  and  weepeth,  bearing  precious  seed,  shall 
doubtless  come  again  with  rejoicing,  bringing  his  sheaves  wit'" 
him.  —  Ps.  cxxvi.  6. 

THE  husbandman  hath  patience  long, 
Praying  and  sowing,  morn  and  eve,  — 
The  confidence  of  reason  strong, 

Through  faith  that  natural  lessons  give. 


c>' 


At  each  renewal  of  the  spring, 

So  lovely  that  the  heavens  rejoice, 

Prophetic  songs  that  angels  sing, 
Foretell  the  reaper's  grateful  voice. 

Thy  bread  upon  the  waters  cast, 

Shall  prove  thine  endless  blessing  still, 

Long  as  the  years  of  time  shall  last, 
God's  primal  promise  to  fulfil. 

Praying  and  praising  may  I  [ 

And  dmp  with  every  word  a  tear. 
Through  all  God's  gardening  world  to  show 
The  fruits  that  faith  and  mercy  bear. 


THE   FIRST  MAY  MORNING.  ^7 

Oh,  never  can  such  toil  be  dreary, 

Xor  Christ's  dear  work  be  counted  vain ; 

A  loving  heart  is  never  weary 
In  joy  or  grief,  sunshine  or  rain. 

So  he  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping,  — 
Christ's  tears  of  love,  his  gospel  grain,  — 

Shall  doubtless  come  again  rejoicing 
Where  life's  eternal  harvests  reign. 

The  rain  and  sun,  this  sweet  May  morning, 
On  buds  and  blossoms,  germs  and  seeds, 

Repeat  dear  Nature's  faithful  warning, — 
Protect  the  flowers,  pluck  up  the  weeds. 


1 68       THE  ESTRANGED  BROUGHT  HOME, 


THE   ESTRANGED   BROUGHT   HOME. 

LORD,  shall  I  ever  reach  my  home, 
So  long  estranged  from  thee  to  roam, 
Forgetful  of  the  life  to  come, 

From  thee,  my  joy? 
Oh,  take  the  wanderer  by  the  hand, 
Teach  me  to  run  at  thy  command, 
And  bring  me  to  the  heavenly  land, 
For  thine  employ. 

There  shall  I  live  for  thee  alone, 
Knowing  no  business  of  mine  own, 
Nor  field  but  for  thy  reaping  sown, 

Thy  harvest  home ! 
Home  for  the  soul  that  trusts  in  thee, 
Day  of  eternal  liberty, 
The  sons  of  God's  dear  Son  made  free, 

No  more  to  roam. 


If  thou  art  mine,  then  I  am  thine, 
And  in  thy  radiance  I  shall  shine, 
An  earthly  clod  made  all  divine, 
Thy  grace  to  show  ! 


THE  ESTRANGED   BROUGHT  HOME.      109 

And  through  the  universe  to  raise 
New  hallelujahs  to  thy  praise, 
And  hymns  for  everlasting  days, 

All  worlds  to  know ! 
Thy  boundless  love,  through  thy  dear  Son, 
For  guilty  men,  by  sin  undone, 
But  yet  by  patient  mercy  won, 

Heaven  to  bestow ! 

Oh,  wondrous  mercy  !   by  the  blood 
Of  our  incarnate  blessed  Lord, 
Poured  forth  for  our  eternal  good, 

In  grace  forever ! 
Grace  that  the  vilest  heart  may  reach, 
And  sinners  even  like  me  might  preach, 
And  pardon  for  the  lost  beseech, 

Abandoned  never ! 

If  the  blest  boon  for  those  who  pray, 
Be  nought  while  it  is  called  to-day. 
And  those  who  seek  God's  mercy  say, 

Lord,  I  believe ! 
The  costly  gift  by  Jesus'  blood, 
To  bring  thy  lost  soul  back  to  God, 
In  boundless  tenderness  bestowed, 

Thou  shalt  receive ! 

But  If  the  habit  of  delay 
Persuade  you  madly,  far  awaj 


170        THE  ESTRANGED   BROUGHT  HOME. 

God's  priceless  offer  to  betray 

For  one  more  morrow,  — 

The  righteous  issue  will  proceed ; 

You  never  can  prevent  its  speed, 

Nor,  though  eternity  you  need, 

One  moment  borrow ! 

To-day,  while  it  is  called  to-day, 

Oh,  seek  Christ's  mercy  while  you  may, 

Nor  till  the  warning  deluge  stay. 

Fly  to  his  throne  ! 
Then  only  are  you  safe,  for  there, 
In  Jesus'  loving  grace  and  care, 
The  crown  of  life  your  name  shall  wear, 

Sealed  as  his  own. 

No  more  by  sin  and  hell  distrest, 
But  sweetly  on  your  Saviour's  breast, 
Under  his  wing  your  soul  shall  rest, 

Condemned  never ! 
With  him  in  glory  you  shall  reign, 
For  him  all  loss  shall  be  your  gain, 
\nd  his  confession  shall  remain 
Your  crown  forever ! 


BIR  THDA  1 '  OFFERINGS.  1 7 1 


A  YEAR    OF   CONFLICTS. 

MEMORIAL   OF  1857. 

THY  perfect  love,  0  precious  wife  ! 
Heals,  in  the  pilgrimage  of  life, 
The  Marah  of  external  strife. 
Thy  radiant  presence  doth  impart, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  wealth  or  art, 
Such  sunshine  to  my  inmost  heart, 
That  nothing  bitter  can  remain, 
But  sunbeams  play  across  the  rain, 
And  chase  the  lingering  shades  of  pain. 

In  our  dear  covenant  of  love, 

ending  at  our  first  remove, 
We  came  to  Elim's  palm)  grove; 
Came  to  the  shadow  of  the  Rock, 
Whither  the  Shepherd  leads  his  flock, 
1    '  \  stal  fountain  to  unlock,  — 

Th.u  fountain  which  has  ever  flowed, 
'1  he  gift  that  is  th  of  ( rod, 

Attend. mt  on  our  winding  road. 


\-]2  BIRTHDA  )'  OFFERINGS. 

Nor  shall  it  in  the  desert  cease, 
Companion  of  our  life's  increase, 
With  manna  of  celestial  peace: 
We  find  it  each  successive  morn, 
Fresh  as  the  glow  of  rosy  dawn, 
Or  pearls  upon  the  dewy  lawn, 
New  sprinkled  from  the  hand  of  God, 
Where  human  feet  had  never  trod, 
The  approaches  to  his  own  abode. 

Our  covenant  divine  abides ; 

And  whom  the  Eternal  Refuge  hides, 

The  angel  of  his  presence  guides, 

Across  the  wilderness  of  earth, 

Across  old  Jordan's  stormy  firth, 

Up  to  the  city  of  our  birth,  — 

The  throne  and  dwelling-place  of  love, 

The  Salem  of  the  souls  above, 

From  which  they  nevermore  remove  ! 


THE  SWEET  SPIRIT  OF  PRAYER.       1 73 


THE   SWEET   SPIRIT   OF    PRAYER. 


o 


THE   spirit  of  prayer !    the  sweet  spirit  of 
prayer ! 

The  peace  of  the  soul  at  the  mercy-seat  kneeling, 
In  the  hour  of  temptation  and  trouble  and  care, 
The  infinite  love  of  the  Saviour  revealing! 


For  the  song  and  the  burthen  come  often  together, 
When  the  pilgrim  is  bearing  the  heat  of  the  day; 

But   the   song   breaketh    forth    in    the  darkest    o( 
weather, 
And  the  pilgrim  forgetteth  the  wearisome  way. 

Though  our  foes  be  so  strong,  yet  ever  the  victor 
Is  he  who  is  taught  by  the  Spirit  to  pray; 

The  soul  that  is  safe,  in  the  Lord's  loving-kindness, 
Is  the  soul  that  is  watching  and  praying  alway  ; 

While  I  wait  for  the  Lord,  by  the  promise  of  Jesus, 
He'll  not  let  ni'-  perish  in  sin  and  despair: 

Whatever  can  happen,  my  heart  ii  submissh 
Content,  if  God  gives  me  ///<  spirit  of  prayer* 


1 


174  GOD  IN  GRACE  AXD  NATURE. 


GOD    IN   GRACE   AND    NATURE. 

DEAR  Lord,  I  know  each  sweet  command 
Is  sovereign  love  and  grace  divine ; 
Teach  me  to  bow  beneath  thy  hand, 
And  know  no  other  will  but  thine. 

Oh,  let  me  not  an  ingrate  prove, 
Nor  careless  of  love's  reprimand, 

Nor  ever  from  thy  footsteps  rove, 
Neglectful  of  my  Shepherd's  hand. 

Let  me  not  turn  from  thee  aside, 
Nor  from  thy  living  pastures  stray; 

Thy  looks,  thy  words,  my  loving  guide, 
Thy  precepts  over  to  obey. 

The  ripples  of  thy  running  brooks 

Part  of  my  daily  songs  shall  be, 
And  some  reflection  of  thy  looks, 

In  every  crystal  spring  I  '11  see. 

The  lilies  of  the  field,  clear  Lord, 
Arrayed  in  lowliest  form  and  place, 

Teach  us,  as  sweetly  as  thy  Word, 
Thine  own  creative  power  and  grace. 


GOD  IN  GRACE  AXD  NATURE.  175 

Thine  is  the  wisdom  of  their  story, 
In  loveliest  blooms  so  sure  to  please, 

That  Solomon  in  all  his  glory 

Was  not  arrayed  like  one  of  these. 

Sweet  Nature,  every  hour  to  me 

How  clear  thy  sacred  lessons  shine  ! 

My  Saviour,  grant  each  page  may  be, 
As  I  grow  older,  more  divine  ! 

Thus,  when  from  sin  and  death  set  free, 
All  worlds  entranced  in  bliss,  shall  see 

Nature  created  but  to  be 

Bright  emblems  of  thy  Deity. 

This  universal  frame  shall  prove, 
.And  rising  worlds  on  worlds  adore, 

Jehovah's  Omnipresent  Love, 

And  LOVE,  th'  Omnipotence  of  POWER! 

O  God,  my  Saviour!  dwell  in  me, 
All  life,  all  law,  all  heaven  above ;  — 

And  I  shall  all  this  glory  see, 

Dwelling  in  God,  For  (iod  is  Love! 


176  THE  HEIRS  OE  HE  A  I  EX. 


THE   HEIRS   OF   HEAVEN. 


OSON  of  God,  whose  life  was  given, 
That  we  might  be  such  heirs  of  Heaven, 
For  thee  to  live,  with  thee  to  die, 
Thy  wondrous  love  to  glorify ! 

Life  out  of  death,  — what  bliss  divine! 
Death  swallowed  up  in  life  is  thine; 
The  dying  thief  s  believing  prayer 
On  Calvary  is  answered  there, 

In  words  of  mystery  and  surprise, — 
"  Shalt  be  with  me  in  Paradise  !  " 
Oh,  dying  love's  eternal  bliss, 
Breathed  as  with  sacramental  kiss  ! 

"To-day  with  me  in  Paradise!  " 
Christ's  words,  that  all  mankind  may  hear; 
Faith's  endless  and  all-conquering  prize. 
Dispelling  every  doubt  and  fear. 


THE  HEIRS   OF  HEAVEN.  I  77 

This  covenant  no  death  can  sever; 
'T  is  yesterday,  to-day,  forever  ! 
"  Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come  " 
To* me,  your  everlasting  home. 

Come  unto  me,  with  me  to  rest 
In  God's  eternal  Sabbath  blest. 
To  me,  that  dying  you  may  win 
My  victory  over  death  and  sin. 

'T  is  God's,  't  is  yours,  't  is  mine  for  you, 

Believing,  suffering,  loving,  true, 

Ye  dear  confessors  of  my  name, 

In  Heaven  your  crown,  on  earth  your  shame! 

On  earth  the  followers  of  the  Lamb, 
Meek,  gentle,  patient,  without  blame  ; 
The  scorn'd  of  this  world's  pride  and  power 
Whose  glory  withers  in  an  hour. 

Prepared  in  heaven  with  him  to  reign, 
By  sacred  discipline  of  pain, 
Endured  on  earth  a  few  short  days, 
To  live  forever  to  his  praise ! 


i;S    "HE   THAT  WJNNETH  SOULS  IS  WISE." 


"HE   THAT  WINNETH   SOULS   IS  WISE." 

OLORD,  my  God !    wouldst  thou  but  grant 
to  me 
This  wondrous  love  and  glory  so  to  see, 
That  my  experience  might  draw  souls  to  thee, 
That  but  for  this  were  lost  eternally,  — 
What  higher  bliss  could  I  desire  or  know, 
Than  that  which  must  from  such  divineness  flow? 

For  oh  !   what  mortal  mind  on  earth  can  measure 
The  heritage  of  bliss,  held  in  the  treasure 
Of  such  a  talent,  given  by  Christ  to  be, 
With  fervent  prayer  and  meek  humility, 
Employed  for  him,  through  everlasting  days, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  to  raise, 
For  the  lost  sinner  to  the  Saviour's  praise  ! 

Oh  for  the  grace  of  treasures  so  bestowed, 
To  lead  one  dying  sinner  up  to  God, — 
Through  sin's  dark  wilderness  to  his  abode; 
There  to  behold  the  bright  reward  of  grace, 
Through  mercy's  use,  even  in  the  briefest  space, 
By  love  Eternal,  in  the  lowliest  power 
Of  talent  trusted  to  the  passing  hour! 


"HE   THAT  WINXETH  SOULS  IS  WISE:'      *  79 

Oh,  costliest  jewels,  in  such  worthless  vase, 
Deposits  claimed  through  everlasting  days, 
For  an  eternity  of  love  and  praise  ! 
My  God  !   if  such  thy  mercy  shown  to  me, 
What  must  the  bliss  of  thy  dear  servants  be, 
Sublime  confessors  of  Christ's  dying  love, 
Through  flames  and  tortures  carried  up  to  thee ! 

Oh,  from  the  depths  of  sin  and  hell's  despair 
Could  I  but  help  to  raise  one  sinner  there, 
And  his  own  grateful  s  >ng  of  glory  hear,  — 
An  everlasting  fountain  it  would  be, 
Kingdom  of  grace  and  glory  given  to  me; 
And  I  should  shine,  a  never-setting  star 
Of  light  and  love,  where  brightest  angels  are. 

Oh,  wondrous  recompense  of  bliss  divine, 
For  the  least  service  to  our  Jesus  given, 
Through  his  eternal  firmament  to  shine, 
With  endless  crowns,  in  everlasting  heaven  ! 


l8o  LOVE'S  MERCY-SEAT, 


LOVE'S    MERCY-SEAT. 

THE  lines  that  on  our  dial  move, 
Are  drawn  by  Jesus'  dying  love ; 
The  dawn,  the  noon,  the  evening  hour, 
But  mark  the  progress  of  his  power, 

Whose  love  doth  cause  our  days  to  be 
Bright  portals  of  eternity, 
Through  which  our  guardian  angels  wave 
Their  signal  banners  at  the  grave. 

Teach  mc,  with  meek,  submissive  mind, 
And  will  to  thy  sweet  will  resigned, 
The  sorrows  of  my  Lord  to  share, 
The  yoke  of  his  dear  love  to  wear. 

By  faith  encouraged  to  repeat 
His  pleadings  at  the  mercy-scat, 
Help  me  to  know  the  promise  mine, 
And  so  fulfil  his  blest  design. 

O  God  of  mercy,  meet  mc  there ; 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  despair. 
Though  chief  of  sinners,  may  I  meet 
My  Saviour  at  the  mercy-seat! 


COD  IN   THE   SFRIXG.  181 


GOD   IN   THE   SPRING. 

COME  forth  !     It  is  the  first  of  May, 
A  Sabbath  with  God's  worship  bright, 
And  he  hath  crowned  this  lovely  day 
With  diamond  dew-drops  of  delight. 

And  thoughtful  symbols  flash  from  earth 
The  gleams  of  resurrection  life; 

And  blossoms,  all  of  Nature's  birth, 
With  prophecies  of  heaven  are  rife. 

One  month  ago,  as  white  as  snow, 

The  sleeping  world  with  frost  was  bound 

By  throes  of  silence  and  of  death, 

With  storms  and  cyclones  circled  round. 

So  every  winter's  reign  doth  teach 
For  every  autumn's  grain  a  tomb; 

Whose  depths  eternal  none  can  reach, 
Or  interrupt  the  arctic  gloom. 

yet  each  return  of  lovely  spring, — 
The  bud-,  that  ope  their  starry  i 

I aa\ es  that  unroll,  the  birds  that  sin 
And  flowers  that  w hispei  Paradise, 


1 82  GOD   IN   THE  SPRING. 

And  every  throe  of  restless  power, 
And  every  blade  of  grass  that  pries, 

With  force  as  of  the  central  fire 

That  made  the  eternal  mountains  rise, 

As  if  the  sepulchres  had  thrown 
The  leaden  lids  of  death  away, 

And  from  earth's  burial  depths  had  flown 
On  wings  of  light  the  eternal  day ;  — 

All  impulses  of  every  name, 
All  emblems  of  resistless  strife, 

Through  all  the  realms  of  death  proclaim 
The  Resurrection  and  the  Life. 

Love  and  Omnipotence  the  same, 

When  God  incarnate  walked  the  earth, 

And  spake  the  almighty  word  I  AM, 

When  Lazarus  from  the  grave  came  forth. 

That  Word  of  gentleness  and  power 
Still  conquers  our  misdoubting  wills, 

And  in  life's  latest,  darkest  hour 
Christ's  victory  over  death  reveals. 


GOD  IX  ALL    THE   SEASOXS. 


GOD    IN   ALL   THE    SEASONS. 

O  EARTH  !   so  like  the  cradle  of  our  mother, 
Bringing    such   love-stores   from   the  Power 
Divine, 
Would  that  my  God  might  give  my  years  another 
Sweet  spring  to  see  these  lovely  blossoms  shine  ! 

Low  in  the  vale  the  sweetest  violets  blossom, 

As  they  from  show  the  dearest  thoughts  would 
hide, 

Where  hidden  fountains  overrun  their  border-, 
And  summer  roses  through  the  autumn  bide. 

And   streams  that  ne'er  run   dry   through   all   the 
<>ns, 
Where  mailed  thorns  all  fragrant  fill  their  ranks 
With  perilous  attractions  for  sweet  maidens 

Let    out    from    school    to    play    their     innocent 
pranks ; 

Where  earliest  lilies  of  the  valley  open. 

Nor  ask  the  stranger  t<»  admire  their  bloom, 


1 84  GOD  IN  ALL    THE   SEASONS. 

But  here  and  there  some  youthful  lovers  plunder, 
And  poets  breathe  with  joy  their  sweet  perfume. 

Oh,  could  my  days,  with  natural  sacred  reason, 
So  well  fulfil  the  appointed  laws  we  bear, 

And  keep,  in  harmony  with  each  bright  season, 
God's  flowing  praises  equal  with  the  year! 

Whatever  hour  it  pleased  our  God  to  sunder 
The  links  that  bind  us  to  our  place  of  birth, 

We  know  would  take  us  to  adore  and  wonder 
The  brighter  joys  in  his  new  heaven  and  earth ; 

Where  from  eternity  God's  angels  ponder 
The  mysteries  all  created  minds  above, 

And  learn  ecstatic,  through  their  own  existence, 
One  boundless  melody  of  endless  love. 

And  yet  that  name,  baptized  in  blood,  remaineth, 
Writ  from  I  lis  veins  who  deigned  to  die  for  me, 

Whose  love  the  wrath  for  all  my  crimes  restrained!, 
And   leaves   me   nought  but    his   own   grace   to 
see ! 


CHRIST  OUR  LOVE  AND    LIFE.  185 


CHRIST   OUR    LOVE   AND    LIFE. 

ORD,  thou  art  mine,  and  death  itself 
■* — 4     is  but  a  life  with  Thee; 
The  passing  of  a  soul  beyond 
The  life  that  now  I  see. 

Eternal  life  !  O  gift  divine  ! 

Christ's  dying  love  for  me  ! 
The  secret  place  of  the  Most  High 
My  home  in  heaven  shall  be. 

Where  Jesus  reigns,  there  I  shall  dwell. 

For  his  delight  made  fit, 
Complete  in  him,  and  his  dear  name 

I 'pun  my  forehead  writ. 

To  live  \\  ith  him,  in  his  abode, 

To  see  his  glorious  fa 
Clothed  in  his  righteous  ne  is  divine, 

The  white  robe  of  hi 


1 86  CHRIST  OUR  LOSE  AND  LIFE. 

His  loving  life  inspires  my  will, 
His  blessed  word  my  guide, 

And  so  within  his  promise  still 
Forever  I  '11  abide. 

Thus  with  thy  Spirit  clothe  my  soul, 

And  thou  art  near  to  me, 
And  every  step  is  happiness, 

If  I  but  follow  thee. 

Treasures  are  mine,  and  friends  and  lands, 

A  hundred  fold  to-day, 
For  every  thought  of  love  in  which 

I  give  myself  away. 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 

No  ill  can  me  betide; 
For  death  itself  no  terror  brings 

To  those  that  in  thee  hide. 

And  as  the  nightingale  doth  sing 

In  sunshine  or  in  rain, 
So  I  my  melodies  will  bring 

Even  from  the  depths  of  pain ; 

And  gratitude  to  thee  shall  be 

My  soul's  eternal  gain, 
For  all  thy  discipline  of  grace, — 

Love's  musical  refrain  J 


CHRIST  OUR  ASSURANCE  OF  HEA  VEN.       187 


CHRIST   OUR  ASSURANCE    OF    HEAVEN 

MY  Jesus  !   thou  art  mine  ! 
My  life  is  all  thy  gift, 
Thou  gavest  thine  for  me, 

When  on  the  cross  uplift; 
And  I  commit  to  thee, 

To  guard  and  keep  and  save, 
The  soul  that  from  despair 
Thy  death  deliverance  gave. 

My  Jesus  !   thou  art  mine  ! 

I  cannot  be  alone  ; 
My  life  is  all  divine, 

Supported  by  thine  own. 
If  thou  inspire  my  1 

O  infinite  delight ! 
When  all  my  passions  mo> 

In  that  ecstatic  light  ! 

In  heaven,  i >n  earth,  or  hell, 

T  were  Para  i>e 


88  CHRIST  OCR  ASSURANCE  OF  HEAVEN. 

Wherever  I  can  tell 

That  thou  didst  die  for  me; 
Oh,  blissful  joy  to  know 

That  I  am  wholly  thine, 
Self-will  forever  gone, 

And  Christ  forever  mine ! 

Still  to  Thy  mercy-seat 
My  soul  would  fain  retreat, 

And  there  present  her  powerful  plea, 
The  might  of  His  dear  name 
Who  bore  my  sin  and  shame, 

The  dying  Lamb  once  slain  for  me. 

There  shall  I  find  relief, 
'Mid  all  my  care  and  grief, 

From  unbelief  and  sin  and  shame  : 
The  atmosphere  of  prayer 
Shall  be  my  native  air  ; 

And  Christ  in  me  shall  live  and  reign. 


ALWAYS  LIVING,    LORD,   FOR    THEE.     I  So. 


ALWAYS  LIVING,  LORD,  FOR  THEE. 

TV /[  AY  Thy  Love,  my  Lord,  control 

Every  impulse  of  my  soui; — 
And  my  bliss  forever  be, 
In  loving  and  obeying  Thee  ; 
To  such  love  and  duty  won, 
Through  the  Grace  of  Thy  dear  Son. 

O  the  Heaven  on  earth  to  be 
Always  living,  Lord,  for  Thee! 
By  Thy  death  from  sin  set  free ; 
The  prisoner  of  Love  to  be, 
Imparadised  with  Liberty, 
The  liberty  of  serving  Thee. 

In  each  path  of  duty  true. 

The  Will  of  Christ  alone  in  view: 

His  sacred  likeness  still  to  share, 

1  \\<  yoke  to  bear, 

I  lis  crown  to  wear, 
Though  in  a  world  of  sin  and  care! 


90  '•  WITH  CHRIST  IN  GOD! 


"  FOR  YE  ARE  DEAD,  AND  YOUR  LIFE  IS 
HID   WITH    CHRIST   IN   GOD." 

"  YTHTH  Christ  in  God  "  !     Eternal  life  ! 
How  wondrous,  how  divine  ! 
Each  letter  of  this  blessed  text 

Doth  with  God's  glory  shine. 
Dear  child  !   be  quiet  with  thy  God; 

He  never  can  forsake 
His  own  eternal  perfect  work, 

Nor  leave  it  to  mistake. 
His  loving-kindness  he  '11  command 

By  day  and  all  the  night; 
His  song  shall  be  thy  saving  health, 

His  love  thy  soul's  delight. 

Who  kindled  in  thy  restless  heart 

This  sacred  heavenly  fire? 
Who  bade  thy  longing  spirit  burn 

With  such  supreme  desire? 
If  thou  commit  thy  life  to  Christ, 

It  will  be  found  in  God, 
In  his  eternal  sunshine  wrought 

By  his  enduring  Word. 


"  WITH  CHRIST  IX  GOD:'  I91 

Oh,  day  divine  !   Oh,  glorious  power ! 

Lord,  give  my  soul  to  know 
Some  sure  foreshining  of  this  grace, 

While  struggling  here  below ; 
For  now,  alas  !  sin's  rising  gloom 

So  oft  beclouds  my  dawn 
That  I  am  at  a  loss  to  tell 

The  midnight  from  the  morn. 

Oh  let  me  hear  thy  voice  again, 

Still  walking  on  the  sea ; 
No  more  I  '11  fear,  no  more  refrain 

From  following  after  thee. 
The  ruling  of  thy  love  in  me 

Shall  be  my  sole  desire, 
And  every  power  of  heart  and  mind 

With  this  bright  flame  on  fire ! 


92  GOD'S  PREPOSSESSIONS. 


GOD'S    PREPOSSESSIONS    FOR    OUR 
FAITH. 

"\  T  7E  walk  by  faith  ;  but  God  imparts 

Foretastes  divine  within  our  hearts 
Of  what  his  love  intends  to  give, 
And  on  the  promise  bids  us  live. 

As  Jacob's  fainting  soul  revived, 
When  Joseph's  messengers  arrived, 
The  Spirit's  earnest,  so  designed. 
Convinces  and  assures  the  mind  ; 
The  sweet  pale  glimmering  of  the  dawn, 
Foretelling  an  eternal  morn. 

So  God  doth  help  our  faltering  faith 
To  credit  what  his  Spirit  saith  : 
Gives  with  his  Word  some  coin  in  hand, 
Some  product  of  the  promised  land  ; 
A  cluster  of  rich  grapes  to  prove 
The  certainty  of  endless  love. 


GOD'S  PREPOSSESSIONS.  1 93 

A  promised  Christ  we  thus  receive, 
And  on  the  present  interest  live; 
Pilgrims  of  hope,  through  all  the  way, 
Our  burthens  on  the  Lord  we  lay. 

If  famine,  when  we  need  His  frown, 
To  Egypt's  bondage  brings  us  down, 
Still  with  God's  love  our  tents  are  bright, 
A  sun  amidst  Egyptian  night. 
A  school  of  love  is  his  intent; 
Though  Pharaohs  still  new  yokes  invent. 
Labor  is  sweet;   unrest  is  ease, 
When  we  are  seeking  God  to  please  ; 
Sowing  or  reaping,  joy  or  pain, 
What  harvests  of  rich  love  we  gain  ! 

A  thousand  years  fly  as  a  dream, 
When  once  we  learn  the  blissful  scheme 
By  which,  forgiven,  believers  win 
The  victory  over  death  and  .sin. 
Co-heirs  with  Christ,  the  sons  of  God, 
Oner  lost,  but  washed  in  Jesus'  blood, 
Robed  in  that  righteousness  divine 
In  which  the  heirs  of  glory  shine, 
Who  stand  upon  the  golden  sea, 
Ami  in  God's  image  i  nan  ;eless  be. 

0  G(  >d,  if,  having  gained  that  pi  i 

\\  e  lulp  one  -"ul  t<>  rea<  h  th<>M-  i  kies ; 


]94  COD'S  PREPOSSESSIONS. 

If  we  not  single-handed  come, 
But  bring  some  dying  sinner  home, 
Where  angels  shout  the  Saviour's  name 
And  all  his  wondrous  love  proclaim,  — 
A  past  eternity  of  sorrow 
Would  be  but  dawn  to  such  a  morrow; 
A  veil  of  mist,  a  storm  by  night, 
The  usher  of  eternal  light ! 

So  God  doth  raise  us  from  despair, 
And  gives  to  dwell  with  Jesus,  where 
He  lets  his  morning  stars  behold, 
As  o'er  the  firmament  unrolled, 
Themselves  divine  with  ecstasy, 
How  vast  the  joys  of  harvest  be, 
Reaping,  in  measureless  reward, 
The  boundless  glory  of  their  Lord. 

Partakers  of  his  cross  below, 
So  round  the  eternities  they  go, 
Forever  singing,  all  forgiven, 
Partakers  of  his  crown  in  heaven  ! 


THE   CHIEF  OF  SINNERS  SAVED.        195 


THE   CHIEF   OF   SINNERS   SAVED. 

THOUGH  I  the  chief  of  sinners  be, 
Yet  Jesus  Christ  has  died  for  me; 
Lord,  help  me  to  receive 
This  mighty  truth  that  opens  heaven, 
And  shows  how  I  may  be  forgiven, 
If  I  will  but  believe. 

Lord,  I  believe!     Increase  my  faith, 
That  what  the  word  of  Jesus  saith, 

My  soul  thereon  may  rest, 
As  if  I  sat  with  him  at  meat, 
Or  in  the  loved  disciple's  seat 

Reclined  upon  his  breast. 

So  may  the  doubts  that  rise,  rep< 
S<  >ft  as  the  sunbeams  ^n  a  1 1 

( )r  motes  that  in  the  air 
Invisible  no  shade  *  an  throw, 
But  only  make  the  sunlight  show 

Mon-  radiantly  fair, 


196      the  chief  of  sinners  saved. 

If  he  but  sprinkle  o'er  my  guilt 
The  drops  of  blood  on  Calvary  spilt, 

Then  I  am  white  as  snow; 
The  light  of  life  my  soul  surrounds, 
The  love  of  Christ  in  me  abounds, 

His  pardoning  grace  I  know. 

Bright  as  that  grace  the  robe  shall  be, 
In  which  the  universe  shall  see 

My  guilty  soul  arrayed. 
Nor  sin,  nor  gloom  remembered  more, 
But  I  in  Christ's  almighty  power 

His  new  creation  made. 

Love  will  complete  what  love  begins,  — 
Deliverance  from  all  my  sins, 

Though  deadlier  than  the  grave; 
And  in  the  morning  I  shall  rise, 
And  know,  seraphic  in  the  skies, 

His  wondrous  power  to  save. 


MINE  AND   THINE.  197 


MINE   AND   THINE. 

MY  God  !   and  may  I  call  thee  mine? 
And  wilt  thou  deign  to  call  me  thine? 
Then  the  whole  universe  is  free, 
And  I  am  heir  of  all  in  thee  ! 

If  thou  art  mine,  no  space  can  part 
Me  from  the  dwelling  where  thou  art; 
If  thou  art  mine,  thou  wilt  not  let 
My  thoughtless,  wandering  heart  forget 

The  blessedness  of  being  thine 
In  immortality  divine, 
Thine  by  the  covenant  of  blood, 
Through  endless  life  a  son  of  God  ! 

Dear  Lord,  bestow  this  blessed  gi 
Tin-  entrancing  light  «>i"  thy  dear  face, 
Ami  keep  each  passion  <»t  my  soul 
Held  by  thy  love's  supreme  control. 


9$  MINE   AND    THINE. 

No  more  from  thee  to  go  astray, 

But  kept  in  thy  most  holy  way, 

And  following,  through  thy  sacred  Word, 

The  footsteps  of  my  loving  Lord. 

My  heaven  on  earth  shall  be  to  see 
His  reigning  likeness  formed  in  me. 
Oh,  infinite  and  blest  delight, 
To  serve  him  in  those  robes  so  bright. 

Cleansed  by  his  grace  from  each  dark  spot ! 
The  radiance  so  divinely  wrought, 
Whiter  than  snow  shall  ever  shine, 
Through  everlasting  ages  mine ! 


THE  WAY,   THE  TRUTH,   THE  LIFE.       1 99 


THE   WAY,  THE   TRUTH,  THE    LIFE. 

LORD,  keep  us  through  thy  sacred  Word, 
Secured  from  all  mistake; 
Our  shield,  our  hiding-place,  thou  art, 
And  never  wilt  forsake, 

Through  all  the  pilgrimage  of  earth, 

The  chosen  heirs  of  heaven, 
The  children  of  a  Saviour's  love, 

Through  his  dear  grace  forgiven ; 

Still  keep  our  hearts  from  deadly  pride, 

Safe  in  thy  holy  truth, 
And  shining  in  the  crystal  dew 

Of  our  Redeemer's  youth. 

His  blessed  words  make  darkness  bright, 

His  love  directs  our  way, 
And  we  shall  walk  in  his  clear  tight, 

God's  everlasting  day. 

Grant  me  such  presence  of  thy 

My  Jesus,  all  divine  I 
Grant  the  clear  shin 

it  I  may  call  thee  mine  ! 


200  THE  PROBLEMS   0E  ETERNITY. 


THE   PROBLEMS   OF   ETERNITY. 


GETHSEMANE  and  Calvary! 
O  mysteries  of  agony  ! 
Life,  death,  and  Christ's  atoning  love, 
All  thought,  all  measurement,  above ! 

The  Son  of  God,  who  for  us  died, 
That  in  God's  love  our  souls  might  hide, 
And,  dying,  prayed  that  we,  through  faith, 
Might  know  the  triumphs  of  his  death  ! 

Led  by  thy  gracious  Spirit,  Lord. 
We  come,  according  to  thy  Word, 
To  plead  our  Saviour's  dying  prayer. 
Who  breathed  his  life  out  for  us  there. 

Taught  by  such  loving  grace  to  sing, 
Our  songs  of  praise  to  thee  wc  bring; 
The  day  is  passing,  night  is  mar, 
But  in  thy  love  there  is  no  fear. 


THE  PROBLEMS  OF  ETERNITY.          20  r 

The  Lord,  who  keeps  our  life  from  ill, 
On  Jordan's  brink  is  with  us  still ; 
The  shadows  of  life's  evening  prove 
Prophets  of  Jesus'  dying  love. 

And  soon  he  '11  call  our  spirits  home, 
No  more  from  his  abode  to  roam ; 
And  in  this  faith  we  leave  to  thee 
The  problems  of  eternity. 


202  1UE    DEAD    EMPEROR. 


THE   DEAD   EMPEROR. 


HE  has  gone   to    the  land,  through    eternity's 
portals, 
Where    dukedoms    and    kings    are    remembered 
no  more, 
But  the  wearers  of  crowns  are  the  lowliest  servants 
Of  Him   who  for  sinners  the   crown   of  thorns 
wore ; 

Where  the  proud  and  the  mighty  are  counted  as 
nothing; 
Where  the  court  of  the  soul  is  in  justice  arrayed  ; 
Where  the  verdict    of   innocence  cannot    be   pur- 
chased ; 
Where  the  wages  of  character  promptly  are  paid. 

He  has   gone  where  the  feet   of  oppressors  tread 
never. 
Nor  the  prayer  of  the  prisoned  for  freedom  is 
heard ; 
Where  the  flatterer's  music  is  silent  forever, 

And  the  snare  's  never  Laid  for  the  innocent  bird  ; 


THE   DEAD   EMPEROR.  203 

Where    the  voice    of  a    senate's  applause    cannot 
reach  him, 
Nor  the  wailing  of  conscripts  by  armies  mowed 
down ; 
Where  the  votes   of  a  parliament  cannot  impeach 
him, 
Xor  the  bribes  of  the  universe  offer  a  crown  ; 

Where  the  calm  of  eternity  gives  him  the  leisure 
To  study  the  tempest  of  passion  on  earth,  — 

To  ponder  the  pathway  of  glory  and  pleasure, 
And  balance  the  world  with  the  soul  in  its  worth. 

The  strange  silent  man  from  the  field  of  Magenta, 
The  unsceptred  monarch  from  blood}'  Sedan, 

The  che>s  politician  whose  moves  were  a  venture 
The  subtlest  inquisitor  never  could  scan, — 

Where  now  is  the  spirit  that  grasped  at  dominion, 
That    rode    on    the    whirlwind    of    power    t<>    a 
throne  ? 
I  I        it  -oar  with  the  angels  <>n  ecstasy's  pinion? 
Does  it  span  like  a  rainbow  the  Storm  overblown  ? 

lit     il  gone  to  inhabit  in  darkened  seclusion 

Some  penal  I  lelena  far  1  >ff  1  m  th 
Or  joined  the  proud  Caesars  of  Old  World  delusion, 
( )i-  roused  the  Achilles  <>t  Gaul  from  In 


204  THE  DEAD  EMPEROR. 

Have    the    sides    of    the    pit   ordered    forth    their 
possessors 

To  hail  the  Usurper  with  desolate  stir? 
Do  the  aisles  of  the  Hades  of  sceptred  confessors 

Resound  the  grim  satire  of  "  Vive  l'Empereur"? 

Oh,  tell  us,  ye  forms  of  immortal  forewarning, 
That  watch  at  the  gateway  of  morning  and  night, 

Was    the    spirit   withdrawn    in    the    blackness    of 
darkness, 
Or  lost  in  the  splendors  of  infinite  light? 


FOR  MRS.    W .  205 


FOR    MRS.    V\- 


TO    HER   BABE   SLEEPING    IN   THE    CRADLE. 

r  I  "HOU  lovely  miniature  of  Nature's  painting, 

-*-      Thy  beauty  mingles  care  with  my  delight. 

These  colors  are  to  grow,  —  not  like  the  fainting, 

Soft,  dying  hues  that  mark  the  eve's  twilight; 
But  evermore  renewed,  as  if  the  dawn, 

With  its  deep,  rosy  tinge,  instead  of  fading, 
Ran  hand  in  hand  with  the  bright,  dewy  morn, 

The  sky  by  sunlight  with  all  colors  shading. 

These  colors  are  to  grow, —  from  where,  an  infant, 

Thou  sleepest  cradled  by  thy  mother's  side, 
On  through  thy  childhood's  beauty,  every  instant 

To  maiden  loveliness;  thy  mother's  pride. 
And  she  will  guide  the  pencil:   hers  the  art 

To  deepen  Nature's  lineaments,  or  alter; 
To  image  heaven  or  earth  upon  the  heart;  — 

What  if  her  pen  should  err,  her  pencil  fait. 


206  FOR  MRS.    W . 

( )h,  't  is  a  sacred,  sweet,  and  fearful  duty 

To  train  these  earth-born  spirits  for  the  skies; 
To  keep  this  household  flower  green  in  its  beauty 

Till  it  in  Paradise  transplanted  rise! 
May  He  who  took  the  nurslings  in  his  arms 

Keep  thee  and  thine,  his  richest  grace  revealing; 
Hid,  as  His  pilgrims,  from  the  world's  alarms, 

Where    quiet    brooks     in     pastures    green    are 
stealing. 


BOBOLIXK  AXD   CANARY,  207 


BOBOLINK   AXD    CANARY. 


Nearly  two  months  ago  we  presented  the  "  Bobolink  and  the  Canary  " 
to  the  "Church  Union  "  children.  Since  then,  a  famous  minister  who  loves 
the  little  folks  has  tried  his  hand  at  rhyme  for  their  sake1:,  and  sent  us  a 
sort  of  answer  to  the  verses  which  we  print  again  below.  Having  both  of 
the  poems,  the  children  will  get  the  whole  story,  and  the  precious  lesson 
which  so  many  old  folks  have  learned  "  under  the  cross." 

AT  the  window  hangs  Canary, 
Singer  sweet  and  true  ; 
Bobolink,  from  out  the  hedge-row, 
He  is  singing;  too. 

Now  his  liquid  notes  Canary 

Pours  like  music  rain; 
Now  the  voice  from  out  the  hedge-row, 

Bobolink  again. 

Stints  his  song  awhile  Canary: 

"  Who  may  this  bird  be, 
That  with  ever-answering  carol 

Strives  to  vie  with  me?  " 

"  (  >nlv  Bobolink,  the  sin 

Merry  bird  am  I 
Through  the  wood  and  fields  and  meadows 

Ba<  k  and  forth  I  n. 


2o8  BOBOLINK  AND   CANARY. 

Now  his  bravest  song  Canary, 

Now  his  finest  trill ; 
Bobolink's  from  out  the  hedge-row 

Braver,  finer  still ! 

Then  the  tender-voiced  Canary, 
Wondering,  paused  in  pain, 

And  the  careless  hedge-row  singer 
Trilled  his  lay  again. 

"  I  am  weary,"  sobs  Canary, 

"  I  am  all  outdone  ; 
'T  was  the  trial  test  between  us,  — 

Bobolink  has  won. 

"Even  my  mistress,  —  she  who  fancied 

My  poor  song  divine,  — 
See  how  eagerly  she  listens 

To  his  song,  not  mine. 

"  Knows  she  why  in  happy  music 

He  surpasses  me? 
I  am  but  a  caged  Canary ; 

Bobolink  is  free." 


CANARY  AND  BOBOLINK.  209 


THE   OTHER   SIDE;    OR,    CANARY   AND 
BOBOLINK. 

THUS  the  little  prisoner  trilled 
His  passionate  lamentings; 
Tragic  song  could  ne'er  express 
Deeper  soul-repentings. 

Never  from  wild  orange  grove 
Poured  such  tones  of  feeling, 

To  the  lady's  tender  heart 
Depths  of  woe  revealing. 

While  the  little  warbler  sang, 

Tides  of  grief  awaking, 
Tears  like  rain  began  to  fall, 

A    if  her  heart  were  breaking. 

Then  did  Bobolink  attempt 

Those  wild  notes  ofsadnessj 
But  for  all  that  \w  could  do, 

It  was  only  gladness. 


10  CANARY  AND   BOBOLINK. 

Every  twist  he  gave  his  throat, 

'T  was  a  merry  clatter; 
You  'd  have  thought  a  Christy's  band 

Asking  what 's  the  matter. 

Often  as  he  tried  the  voice 

Of  the  sad  Canary, 
Nature's  power  left  him  no  choice 

But  that  of  making  merry. 

So  it  was  the  grief  that  won 
The  praise  of  sweetest  singing; 

For  you  cannot  judge  the  end 
By  a  gay  beginning. 

"  Ah,  my  pretty  bird,"  she  cried, 
"  Yours  the  song  of  Nature; 

All  the  art  of  Bobolink- 
Makes  but  an  imitator. 

"  Joy  is  all  that  he  can  preach, 
And  that  he  has  to  borrow ; 

Adversity  alone  can  teach 
The  deeper  tones  of  sorrow." 


NEARER   TO   CHRIST,  211 


NEARER   TO    CHRIST. 

LORD,  I  would  from  the  world  retreat, 
And,  weeping  at  thy  sacred  feet, 
Would  all  my  sins  and  follies  mourn, 
And  to  my  Saviour's  grace  return. 

I  come  to  thee  for  heavenly  rest,  — 
I  cannot  with  the  world  be  blest ; 
T  is  sin  and  grief  if  I  can  be 
A  moment  happy  far  from  thee. 

Then  save  me  from  the  Tempter's  power, 
And  make  me  watchful  every  hour; 
Tin*  Spirit  for  my  comfort  give, 
And  let  thy  word  within  me  live. 

I  would  be  fastened  to  thy  cro>s, 

And  count  all  other  things  but  loss, — 

Would  tell  to  mortals,  far  and  near, 

Thy  precious  name,  to  sinners  dear. 

( )h  keep  me  near  and  dear  to  thee, 

Till  I  thy  face  in  glory  s< 

Cleansed  by  thy  blood,  and  saved  by  grace, 

I  shall  forever  sing  tli>-  praise. 


212  THY   WORD  MY   WILL, 


THY  WORD   MY  WILL. 

LORD,  when  my  soul  is  filled  with  grief, 
In  thee  alone  I  find  relief; 
When  tempting  cares  disturb  my  breast, 
I  fly  to  thee  alone  for  rest. 

Oh,  to  be  wholly  thine,  my  Lord ! 
Daily  to  feed  upon  thy  Word, 
Daily  thy  life  as  mine  receive, 
And  constantly  for  thee  to  live  ! 

From  every  sin  that  stains  my  soul 
Tin'  blood  can  cleanse  and  make  me  whole ; 
From  every  cloud  that  hides  thy  face, 
Or  grieves  the  spirit  of  thy  grace. 

That  every  clay  my  life  may  be 

Rooted  and  grounded,  Lord,  in  thee, 
I  would,  for  love  of  thy  dear  cross, 
Earth's  richest  treasures  count  but  dross. 

To  thee  my  longing  heart  aspires, 
For  thou  hast  given  me  these  desires: 
Increase  the  gift,  and  then  fulfil 
The  glorious  purpose  of  thy  will. 


REMEMBER   ME  EOR  GOOD.  2\ 


REMEMBER   ME   FOR   GOOD. 

REMEMBER  me,  my  God,  for  good! 
Alas  !    my  wayward  thought 
Oft  hath  forgotten  thee,  and  ne'er 

Hath  loved  thee  as  I  ought. 
Yet  though  I  have  forsaken  thee, 
And  wandered  far  away, 

0  God,  my  God,  forsake  not  me, 
Nor  leave  thy  sheep  astray. 

1  cannot  live  cast  out  from  heaven, 

Or  banished  from  my  Lord  ; 
I  cannot  rest  without  the  joy 

Of  thy  forgiving  word. 
Undone,  and  sinking  down  beneath 

The  burden  of  my  an, 
Out  of  the  depths  I  cry  to  thee, 

That  thou  wilt  make  me  clean. 

Thy  dying  love  my  only  plea: 
Thou  canst,  Lord,  if  thou  wilt; 

For  thou  art  infinite  in 
Though  1  am  nought  bul  guilt 


214  REMEMBER   ME   FOR  GOOD. 

Thou  didst  provide  this  grace  divine, 
Spontaneous,  rich,  and  free; 

That  I  the  sinner  might  not  die, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me. 

Oh  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood 

Give  me  the  faith  to  flee ; 
And  in  my  death  and  on  thy  throne, 

Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 
And  in  thy  crown  my  soul  shall  shine 

Through  all  eternity; 
And  the  whole  universe  shall  sing, 

Such  love  divine  to  see. 

Then  let  me  know  mine  interest,  Lord, 

In  this  prevailing  prayer; 
The  earnest  of  thy  Spirit  give, 

To  save  me  from  despair, 
And  from  this  hour,  a  child  of  God, 

My  burden  lost  from  sight, 
My  soul  shall  walk,  by  pardoning  grace, 

With  Jesus  in  the  light. 


COME    TO    THE  LAMB   OF  GOD.  21 


COME   TO   THE    LAMB   OF   GOD. 

COME  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
For  dying  sinners  slain, 
That,  sprinkled  with  his  blood, 
Thou  mayst  new  life  obtain, 
And  safely  rest  thy  soul  on  him 
Who  gave  his  life  thine  to  redeem. 

He  by  himself  hath  purged 
Our  souls  from  guilt  and  sin, 

That  we  by  grace  divine 

The  crown  of  life  might  win  ; 

Preserved  from  darkness  and  despair, 

For  light  and  love  and  glory  there. 

From  sin,  the  world,  and  death, 
O  Love  divine,  t»>  thee 

Our  souls  in  sacred  faith 
F<  >r  such  redemption  1] 

( )  Loving  Sa\  iour,  at  thy  cro 

For  thee  we  all  things  count  but  1. 


2l6  ALONE,    YET  NOT  ALONE, 


ALONE,   YET   NOT  ALONE. 

ALONE,  alone,  and  distant  far 
From  all  I  love  on  earth, 
Yet  thou,  my  God,  art  near,  and  still 

Thy  Spirit  leads  me  forth. 
I  know  thou  wilt  not  take  me  where 

I  am  not  near  to  thee ; 
The  morning  light,  the  sunset  fair, 
Are  thy  sweet  gifts  to  me. 

Safe  in  thy  love,  secure  from  harm, 

I  know,  where'er  I  roam, 
The  days  and  nights,  the  months  and  years, 

Still  bring  me  nearer  home. 
In  scenes  of  trouble  or  of  joy 

Thy  presence  makes  me  blest; 
Thou  art  the  guardian  of  my  soul, 

And  mine  eternal  rest. 

For  this  is  life,  eternal  life. 

When  I  my  Saviour  see, 
And  know  that  he  will  make  me  such 

As  he  would  have  me  be. 
To  live  with  him,  in  his  abode, 

To  see  his  glorious  face, 


ALONE,    YET  NOT  ALONE.  217 

Clothed  in  his  righteousness  divine, 
The  white  robe  of  his  grace. 

Lord,  with  thy  Spirit  strengthen  me 

Thy  counsels  to  fulfil, 
And  comprehend  the  love  divine 

Of  all  thy  blessed  will. 
No  evil  can  I  know  or  fear, 

If  thou  art  near  to  me; 
And  every  step  is  happiness 

If  I  but  follow  thee. 

If  from  the  misery  of  sin 

Thy  grace  doth  set  me  free, 
I  only  care  thy  love  to  win, 

And  death  is  life  to  me. 
I  '11  go  or  stay  at  thy  command, 

Thy  word  my  shining  guide; 
And  in  the  glory  of  thy  love 

Forever  I  '11  abide. 

Be  every  wish  and  word  of  life 

To  thy  dear  will  resigned  ; 
And  by  such  grace,  my  God,  remove 

The  darkness  from  my  mind. 
Then  shall  I  with  undoubting  faith 

Thy  service  sweet  pursue, 
And  peace  and  j< >j  attend  the  woi k 

Thou  "i\  e<  t  me  to  do. 


2  18  HE   MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN. 


o 


HE    MIGHT   HAVE   BEEN. 

F  all  inscriptions  that  illume 
The  destiny  and  death  of  men, 


The  most  significant  in  gloom 

Is  this  that  writes,  He  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN ! 


He  might  have  been  a  soul  of  fire 
Ascending  to  the  parent  Sun,  — 

Example  for  a  world's  desire 

To  think  and  act  as  he  had  done. 

He  might  have  been  (who  burns  afar, 
With  passion  and  himself  at  strife) 

A  living  light,  a  blissful  star, 

The  shining  flame  of  endless  life. 

He  might  have  been,  had  he  believed 
The  truths  of  which  he  was  forewarned, 

A  spirit  into  bliss  received, 

A  soul  with  heavenly  grace  adorned. 


HE  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN.  219 

We  might  have  been,  if  WE  had  trod 

The  highway  taught  by  Truth  and  Time, 

A  people  of  the  living  God, 
A  race  with  every  gift  sublime. 

Might  all  have  been,  if  we  had  used 

The  wisdom  by  experience  given, 
Spirits  with  light  and  love  infused 

To  climb  the  ladders  dropped  from  heaven. 

They  might  have  beeu  —  those  deathless  Jews  — 

Engraven  on  the  hand  of  God,  — 
His  chosen:    it  was  theirs  to  choose; 

But  madness  scattered  them  abroad. 

They  migJit  have  been,  had  they  but  read 

His  Word,  through  martyred  prophets  known, 

A  priesthood  holier  than  the  dead, 
And  standing  nearer  to  God's  throne. 

Jerusalem!    If  thou  hadst  known, 

How  would  thy  King  have  honored  thee, 

The  royal  seat  of  David's  throne, 
In  glory  through  eternity  ! 

Hadst  thou  but  tor  thy  children  won 
The  things  of  thine  eternal  pea< 

Thine  offspring  all  had  been  God's  own, 

in  bliss  forever  t"  in.  r< 


220  HE  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN. 

But,  ah  !   the  heart  of  man  declines 
God's  perfect  tenses  for  his  good 

And  still,  to  baffle  Love's  designs, 
I  will  not ',  waits  upon  I  would  I 

Alas  !  the  treasure  of  our  light 
Is  spent  before  we  come  of  a 

Lost  in  the  revels  of  a  night 
Our  life's  eternal  heritage ! 


age; 


A  mess  of  pottage  we  accept ; 

Temptation  rules  the  present  hour, 
Till,  out  of  reach  the  promise  swept, 

Remorse  and  pain  our  life  devour. 

Ye  will  not  come,  is  Christ's  lament; 

And  cannot,  finishes  the  role. 
The  gifts  of  Love  Divine  are  spent, 

And  Lost  is  sealed  upon  the  soul ! 

God's  kingdom,  even  in  Nature,  comes 


In  vain,  for  man's  eternal  good 


Alas!   undying  history  proves 
All  men's  perverse  ingratitude. 

Each  blossoming  spring,  fresh  buds  foretell 
Full  years  of  precious  promised  fruit; 

But,  ah  !    what  melodies  are  lost, 
From  careless  rifts  within  the  lute! 


HE  MIGHT  HAVE  BEEN.  22 

How  long,  0  God,  shall  all  mankind, 

Through  Satan's  wiles,  thy  throne  assume ! 

How  long  the  races,  so  consigned, 
Go  down  despairing  to  the  tomb  ! 

Oh,  let  thy  Heavenly  Kingdom  come ! 

Call  all  the  nations  to  thy  rest, 
To  find  in  thee  their  endless  home, 

Their  endless  life  in  Christ  possessed ! 


222  PROPHETS  OF  AUTUMN  DAYS. 


PROPHETS    OF    THE    LOVELY    AUTUMN 
DAYS. 

THESE  perfect  days  from  God's  right  hand 
Such  loving  praise  from  us  demand, 
That  God  himself  alone  can  give 

The  thoughts  in  which  such  praises  live. 

Dear  Lord,  with  these  sweet  gifts  impart 

Thy  love  within  a  grateful  heart, 
That  gifts  and  songs  may  both  endure, 

When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

That  ever,  as  the  years  go  by, 

Our  thoughts  the  ages  may  defy, 
And  more,  as  blessings  crown  our  days, 

Our  hearts  be  strong  to  sing  thy  praise. 

The  riches  of  eternity, 

Lord  Jesus,  shall  be  ours  with  thee: 
Thy  death  hath  purchased  this  advance; 

Our  souls  are  thine  inheritance. 

But  can  it  be,  oh,  can  it  be, 

That  souls  so  lost  should  live  with  thee?  — 
So  dead  in  sin,  should  yet  be  found 

With  Christ's  own  love  and  glory  crowned; 


PROPHETS  OF  AUTUMN  DAYS.  223 

And  found  in  Christ  by  one  sweet  prayer, 
Breathed  from  the  soul  in  self-despair : 

"  From  sin,  my  Saviour,  set  me  free ; 
And  when  I  die,  remember  me !  " 

And  when  we  die,  the  leaves  that  fall, 
God's  tender  mercies  shall  recall; 

The  colors  of  those  days  of  grace 

When  we,  transported,  sought  his  face, 

And  through  prismatic  autumn  known, 
Beheld  such  rainbows  round  his  throne, 

Such  promises  in  covenant  sealed, 

And  e'en  through  natural  laws  revealed. 

For  so  these  Sabbaths  of  God's  glory, 

Creations  of  redemption's  story, 
Were  woven  ere  the  world  began, 

Foresights  of  Love's  eternal  plan  ! 

Forever  be  the  love  adored 

That  made  us  read  that  gracious  word 
Of  Jesus  o'er  the  eternal  gate,  — 

Filter,  before  it  be  too  late. 

(  )  trembling  souls,  behold  the  way, 

And  enter,  while  't  i-,  yet  to-day ! 
(  !ome  in,  come  in  ;   nor  wait  to 
Hut  this,  that  Jesus  dud  for  tli 


224  TYPES  OF  IMMORTALITY. 


OUR   RISING   DAWN   AND    SETTING    SUN 
THE   TYPES    OF   IMMORTALITY. 

O  GLORIOUS  types  of  Heaven  above, 
All  radiant  with  my  Saviour's  love  ! 
Would  God  that  thus  my  life  might  shine 
Would  God,  each  morn  and  evening  so, 
That  all  my  days  on  earth  might  glow 
WTith  flames  of  gratitude  divine  ! 

Glory,  beyond  all  glory  bright, 

Except  in  visions  of  the  night, 
When  God  bestows  upon  the  soul, 

Baptized  with  spiritual  power, 

The  work  of  years  in  one  swift  hour, 
Prophetic  Truth  from  pole  to  pole. 

But  soon,  at  break  of  earthly  day, 

The  dream  of  glory  fades  away, 
With  the  whole  troop  of  midnight  stars; 

And  wondrous  worlds  each  other  chase, 

Cleft  by  infinitudes  of  space, 
With  elemental  crystal  wars. 

So  might  T,  as  this  radiance  dies, 

To  scenes  more  radiant  lift  mine  eyes; 


TYPES  OF  IMMORTALITY.  225 

The  New  Jerusalem  behold, 

And  know,  through  God's  amazing  grace, 

My  soul's  eternal  dwelling-place, 
Its  holy  bowers,  its  streets  of  gold ; 

Its  mansions  from  eternity, 

By  Love  Divine,  secured  for  me, 

Though  I  the  chief  of  sinners  be  ; 
Then  the  whole  universe  shall  raise 
For  one  more  soul  the  song  of  praise, 

And  I  in  Heaven  begin  to  know 

The  meaning  of  that  sunset  glow, 

Glory  beyond  all  glory  seen, 
When  God  shines  in  upon  the  soul, 

With  immortality  of  light, 

And  then  at  break  of  earthly  day 
The  midnight  glory  fades  away. 

O  God  !   that  mine  might  never  fade, 
But  all  my  days  and  nights  arrayed, 

In  holy  longings  after  thee, 

A     in  a  mirror's  light  displayed, 
With  glowing  radiance  still  may  be 

F<  >re  ights  of  immortality ! 

So  each  day's  harvest,  and  the  reapers  singin 
Would  be  the  earnest  "i  life's  setting  sun, 

The  ra<  e  for  glory  thus  in  life  beginning 
Through  love's  dear  victory  l>\  the  Saviour  won 


226       WHERE  OX/.)'  LOT/-:  IS  KW'OIVN. 


WHERE  ONLY  LOVE  IS  KNOWN. 

IV /T  Y  Saviour  !  in  Thy  Father's  house 

I  see  Thy  childhood's  truth, 
And  Thou  wilt  give  to  souls  that  pray 

The  sweet  dew  of*Thy  youth. 
For  all  Thy  mercy  and  Thy  truth, 

To  Thee,  my  God,  I  cry ; 
My  Saviour  from  the  sins  of  youth, 

Thy  name  to  glorify! 

Beneath  the  shelter  of  Thy  wing 

Forever  I'll  abide, 
And  with  Thy  saints  and  angels  sing 

Where  all  Thy  children  hide. 
Thou  wilt  fulfil  Thy  words  to  me, 

Of  Life  for  evermore  : 
Thy  words  of  promise,  O  my  God  ! 

As  boundless  as  Tin-  power  ; 
Through  the  dear  covenant  of  Thy  Love, 

Forever  sweet  and  sure. 

And  I  shall  drink  the  Living  Spring 
Of  blessings  from  Thy  throne. 

Where  neither  death  nor  sin  can  come, 
But  only  Love  is  known. 


WHERE  ONLY   LOVE  IS  KNOWN.       227 

Thy  dying  Love,  O  Saviour  dear ! 

Eternal  and  Divine, 
Of  power  to  make  our  life  on  earth 

With  Thine  own  glory  shine, 
Each  day,  each  hour,  of  endless  worth. 

Thy  name,  Thy  gift,  Thy  sign  ! 
Thy  robe  of  glory  o'er  us  thrown. 
Ours  such  eternal  mercy  known. 

Even  through  the  death  of  God's  dear  Son  ! 
Whose  dying  prayer  our  endless  mercy  won  ! 

Salvation  from  the  guilt  on  earth  begun, 
To  make  the  pardon  our  eternal  crown  ! 


228  GOD'S  COVENANT  OF  GRACE. 


GOD'S  COVENANT  OF  GRACE. 

r\   LAMB  of  God,  thus  slain 
To  take  our  guilt  away, 
That  we  might  plead  God's  pardoning  grace, 

In  the  Great  Judgment  Day! 
The  Covenanted  Grace, 

That  saves  us  from  despair, 
And  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 

Reads  full  redemption  there, 
And  not  a  wrinkle  of  Remorse 

Recorded  anywhere. 

His  Life  for  ours  He  gave, 

His  blood  for  us  was  shed, 
Who  came  and  suffered,  died  and  rose, 

To  raise  us  from  the  dead. 
To  give  us  Life  Divine. 

With  1  lim  to  reign  on  High. 
And  in  Mis  glorious  likeness  shine 

Through  all  eternity. 

0  bliss  beyond  all  thought  ' 

0  Paschal  Lamb  thus  slain  ' 
Our  Great  High  Priest  at  God's  right  hand 
( )ur  prayers  to  entertain  ; 


GOD'S  CO  V  EX  AX  T  OF  GRACE.  22$ 

Who  intercedes  for  us,  that  we 

Might  never  plead  in  vain, 
But  in  the  Assembly  of  the  Just 

With  Him  forever  reign. 

Beyond  the  reach  of  sorrow,  sin, 

Or  memory  of  pain, 
What  was  our  loss  converted  now 

Into  Eternal  gain. 


Oh  that  we  might,  like  Paul,  obey 
The  impulse  of  a  glowing  Soul, 

To  Him  who  bore  our  guilt  away, 
And  made  such  dying  lepers  whole. 

The  heart  that  grateful  love  doth  rule, 
Xo  more  content  abroad  to  roam, 

Will  shut  the  half-learned  book  at  School, 
And  finish  all  its  lore  at  Home. 


230  THE  LIGHT  OF  GOD'S  GLORY. 


THE  LIGHT  OF  GOD'S  GLORY. 

f~\  COULD  I  keep,  from  hour  to  hour, 

A  sense  of  things  divine, 
And  see  upon  my  pathway  here 
The  light  of  glory  shine, 

My  soul,  superior  to  the  wiles 

Of  pleasure,  care,  and  sin, 
Would  press  with  restless  fervor  on, 

The  heavenly  crown  to  win. 

Oh  could  I  see  as  in  a  glass, 

The  glory  of  the  Lord, 
And  daily  into  heaven  look  through 

The  windows  of  His  Word  ;— 

By  faith  I'd  mount,  as  on  the  wings 

Of  angels,  far  above, 
And  breathe  the  blessed  air  of  heaven, 

And  dwell  in  perfect  love. 

So  guide  me,  Lord,  in  faith  and  prayer, 

And  bear  me  up  by  grace, 
Till  faith  is  lost  in  heaven's  own  light, 

And  prayer  is  turned  to  praise. 


THE  ANGUISH  OF   THE  CROSS.         2%\ 


THE  ANGUISH  OF  THE  CROSS. 

f~\  LORD,  when  on  the  cross  I  see 

Thy  suffering  Life  breathed  out  for  me, 
And  hear  Thy  meek  forgiving  prayer, 
Beneath  the  anguish  Thou  didst  bear, 

I  think  my  sins,  forever  slain, 
No  more  within  my  heart  shall  reign  ; 
I  think  thy  dying  love  supreme, 
Shall  be  my  life's  perpetual  theme. 

But  if  from  Thy  dear  cross  I  stray, 
Upon  the  world's  ensnaring  way, 
My  joys  depart,  my  sins  return, 
My  contrite  feelings  cease  to  burn. 

Dear  Lord,  forbid  the  mournful  change, 
That  would  my  life  from  Thee  estrange; 
Oh,  make  my  heart  Thy  constant  throne, 
And  rule  unrivalled  and  alone! 

For  I  would  live  for  Thy  dear  name, 
And  ( ounl  my  former  gain  my  shame  ; 
<  m,  let  Thy  love  and  sufferings  be, 

The  death  <>f  self  and  sin  in  uie  ! 


232  ALL  ETERNITY'S  DELIGHT. 


ALL  ETERNITY'S  DELIGHT! 

/^H  the  bliss  for  such  to  be, 

Jesus,  comforted  by  Thee! 
Raised  from  sorrow,  sin,  and  shame, 
To  the  glory  of  Thy  name. 
In  our  grateful  hearts  engraved, 
By  Thy  suffering  mercy  saved, 
From  the  dungeons  of  Despair, 
The  golden  keys  of  Faith  and  Prayer, 
Of  such  Eternal  Mercy  there ! 

Where  our  Guardian  Angels  wait, 

To  unlock  the  iron  gate, 
And  release  the  victims  there, 
To  fly  as  seraphs  in  the  air; 
Like  the  lark  upon  the  wing, 
In  the  morning  sky  to  sing, 
Glory,  glory  to  our  King  ! 
In  whose  blissful  Presence  move 
All  the  subjects  of  His  Love  ; 
All  enraptured  with  the  grace, 
Shining  in  their  Saviour's  face  ; 
Clothed  in  His  own  Righteousness, 
Seeing  Him  as  they  arc  seen  ; 
In  His  image  pun-  and  bright, 
For  seraphim's  enraptured  sight. 
And  all  Eternity's  delight, 


THE  CHILD'S  PRAYER.  233 


THE  CHILD'S  PRAYER. 

T/'  EEP,  O  gracious  Saviour,  keep  me! 
Leave  me  not  from  Thee  astray ; 
By  thy  crook  and  staff  still  guide  me, 

Kept  in  Thy  most  holy  way  ; 
Folded  with  Thy  flock,  preserve  me, 
All  Thy  precepts  to  obey  ; 
Lead  me  as  a  little  child, 
Lest  I  be  by  sin  beguiled. 
Thou  canst  keep,  and  Thou  alone, 
Precious  treasures,  all  thine  own, 
From  the  wiles  of  Satan  won, 
Jewels  brighter  than  the  sun, 
Known,  the  universe  abroad, 
As  the  Little  Ones  of  God  ! 
Dearer  than  the  angels  known, 
That  surround  God's  glorious  throne. 
Guardian  angels  of  the  Lord, 
Guided  by  1 1  is  blessed  Word, 
i        >w,  even  where  the  Devil  roams, 

ds  for  heavenly  harvest-hom< 
Diadems  for  the  Saviour's  crown, 
I  fathered  by  1 1  i^  Love  alone  ; 

I  Hamonds  <>t  celestial  light, 

l.i  ighter  than  tin-  stai  s  at  night  ! 

I I  is  1  .<  >\  e  ».  an  make  eai  th's  bui  ning  w 


'34  THE  CHILD'S  PRAYER. 

With  living  waters  flow  , 
And  vales  of  thorns  in  beauty  drest, 

With  roses  white  as  snow  ; 
And  lilies,  such  as  Jesus  loved, 

In  roughest  fields  to  grow  ; 
With  fragrance  sweeter  than  the  gales 

Of  Araby  could  bear  ; 
With  colors  brighter  than  the  hues, 

King  Solomon's  robes  did  wear; 
Whose  brilliance  might  a  joy  diffuse, 

Through  all  the  realms  of  air  ; 
With  power  to  pluck  from  mortal  souls 

All  misery  but  Despair  ! 

0  God  !  be  to  such  darkness  kind, 
And  from  such  death  set  free, 

A  weeping  soul,  that  fain  would  find 
Its  happiness  in  Thee ! 

1  cannot  live  without  Thy  Love, 
To  guide  me  day  by  clay ; 

Without  Thy  Spirit  teaching  me, 

I  cannot  even  pray  ! 
Distracted  by  such  wandering  thoughts, 

I  know  not  what  to  say. 
O  God  of  Mercy,  Lord  of  Love, 

Drive  all  these  thoughts  away; 
Mine  Unbelief  with  Faith  reprove, 
And  suffer  me  no  more  from  paths 

Of  Grace  Divine  to  stray  : 
But  lead  me  up  the  angelic  stairs 

That  Jacob's  dreams  did  greet, 


THE  CHILD'S  PRAYER.  2-; 

And  teach  me  Faith's  incessant  prayers 

Till  Jesus'  Love  I  meet ; 
So  oft  enrapturing  all  my  soul 

At  His  dear  Mercy-seat  ! 
Thus  may  I  welcome  Death  itself, 

Thy  summons  to  obey, 
As  if  Elijah's  chariot  were, 

My  heaven's  Eternal  Day! 
Oh  that  I  were  already  there, 

At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay 
The  tribute  of  a  grateful  heart, 

That  once  knew  not  to  pray. 
But  spent,  alas  !  what  precious  years, 

In  madness  thrown  away! 
Yet  now,  my  God,  regard  the  tears, 

Remorseful,  that  betray 
The  darkness  and  repentant  fears 

Grace  makes  me  know  to-day. 
Leave  me  no  more  in  Satan's  power, 

Through  such  prolonged  delay; 
But  grant  me  now  the  gift  of  Faith, 

My  contrite  heart  to  bring, 
And  lay  the  offering  at  Thy  feet, 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Ling! 
Make  this  the  consecrated  hour. 

Thy  boundless  1  ,o\  e  to  meet, 
And  henceforth  know  the  power  of  prayer 

At  Thy  dear  Men  j  seat ! 
\\  here  songs  <>t  seraphs'  joy  repeal 
The  heart-pulse  ol  1  .ife's  last  retreat. 


236  A    SPIRITUAL    RESURRECTION. 


REGENERATION,  A  SPIRITUAL  RESUR- 
RECTION. 

\A7HEN  shall  this  world-wide  darkness  of  the 

soul 
Change   to   the   sweet   delight   of   heaven's    pure 

dawning? 
O  Grace  Divine  !   Despair  itself  control, 

Shed  forth  the  Holy  Spirit's  blissful  warning; 
And  bid  the  midnight  of  each  darkened  heart, 
Receive  the  transport  of  Christ's  cloudless  morn- 
ing. 

O  Christ !  redeem  Thy  child  from  pride  and  sin, 

And  all  my  wandering  thoughts  from  worldly 
passion  ; 
Give  me  to  find  Thy  Love  within  my  heart, 

Making  my  life  some  ray  of  Thy  devotion  ; 
Teach  me  to  know,  by  longings  so  divine, 

That  Thou  in  me  hast  made  Thy  pleasure  mine  ; 
Cause  me  to  walk  in  Love,  as  Thou  didst  walk, 

And  in  the  light  of  God,  each  day  secure, 
Communion  sweet  with  Him  who  once  did  talk. 
With   those   dear   saints  whose   eyes,  though  dim 
with  weeping, 


A   SPIRITUAL   RESURRECTION.  237 

Saw,  half-awake,  the  watch  He  still  was  keeping, 
While  they  with  weariness  o'ercome  were  sleeping. 
Christ's  final  coming  shall  not  long  delay, 
When  all  His  followers,  taught  to  watch  and  pray, 
In  His  sole  service  give  themselves  away, 
His  kingdom  finished,  for  the  Last  Great  Day. 
Oil  what  a  glorious  Universe  shall  then, 
Repeat,  Lord  Jesus!  Thy  Divine  Amen! 


238    TEACH  IXC  LOST  OXES  HOW   TO  PRAV 


TEACHING  LOST  ONES  HOW  TO  PRAY. 

PO  Thy  cross,  my  Saviour,  bind  me  ; 
In  Thy  mercy  seek  me,  find  me, 

Never  more  to  go  astray, 

But  Thy  loving  Word  obey. 
Other  souls  to  seek  and  watch  for, 

In  the  strait  and  narrow  way, 

Teaching  lost  ones  how  to  pray! — 
Oh  the  bliss  of  such  employ ! — 

In  the  house  or  by  the  way  ! 
He  that  goeth  forth  and  weepeth, 

Bearing  Jesus'  words  to  sow. 
Doubtless  in  the  harvest  reapeth 

Sheaves  of  souls  in  heaven  to  show, 

Products  of  Christ's  work  below; 
Through  eternity  to  prove 
Christ's  omnipotence  of  Love. 

Every  grain  a  radiant  volume, 
To  be  read  in  worlds  above  ; 

Every  sheaf  a  living  column, 
Harvest  for  the  Son  of  God 

Through  eternity  to  raise. 

Melodies  <>f  rapturous  praise! 


TEACHING   LOST  OXES  HO  W    TO   PRAY.    239 

The  mystery  of  Godliness, 
Though  His  own  most  precious  blood, 
Beyond  all  power  of  earthly  reason, 
Beyond  all  measurement  of  sense, 
That  God's  dear  Son  for  us  must  die, 
If  we  would  know  His  Son  on  high, 
Forgiveness  of  our  sins  on  earth  : 
Through  such  a  Saviour's  mercy  blest, 
And  in  Him  find  our  Heavenly  Birth, 
And  know  the  soul's  eternal  worth. 
In  such  a  Saviour's  arms  to  rest, 
Like  John,  on  His  Redeemer's  breast. 


240    THE  SOUL   OX  ITS  PILGRIMAGE  H0MEt 


THE    SOUL    ON    ITS    PILGRIMAGE 
HOME. 

A  LL  praises  to  the  God  of  grace, 

Who  gives  such  shinings  of  His  face, 
That  hearts  once  full  of  sin  and  shame, 
Become  the  Saviour's  blest  abode, 
To  show  to  multitudes  the  road, 

That  leads  us  to  the  bleeding  Lamb! 
Protecting  from  the  wrath  to  come, 
The  soul  upon  its  pathway  home ! 

For  the  comfort  and  rest   and  sweet  sleep  of 
the  night, 
For  the  light  and  the  air  and  the  beauty  of  morn- 
ing, 
For    the    mercy-seat    covered    with    cherubim 
bright, 
For  the  Love  of  the  Lord  all  creation  adorning  : 
For  the  counsels  of  grace  and  the  watchwords  of 

warning; 
For  the  wings  of  the  angels  that  minister  nigh, 
And  in  the  dear  care  of  Christ's  little  ones  fly; 
And  strong  in  the  faith  of  His  sufferings  borrow, 
A  shield  to  preserve  from  temptation  and  sorrow. 


Inspired  with  the  Faith  <A  Assurance  that  blest  it. 
Oh  the  infinite  gift  of  the  spirit  of  prayer! 


THE  SOUL    ON  ITS  PILGRIMAGE  HOME.  241 

What  would  we  not  give  if  we  always  possessed  it ; 
For  oft  has  it  raised,  from  the  depths  of  despair, 
The  soul  under  billows  of  sorrow  and  care! 
With  the  heart  in  full  sight  of  the  merciful  Master, 
To  make  me  a  friend  of  my  pain  and  disaster ; 
To  make  me  in  love  with  the  sight  of  His  cross, 
To  count  the  world's  riches  but  trouble  and  loss, 
And  hold  by  the  anchor  of  Faith  all  the  faster! 
Eternal  life  the  infinite  reward, 
For  all  who  spake  on  earth  the  words  of  God, 
In  life  and  death  confessors  of  their  Lord  ! 
O  God  of  mercy !  thus  to  live  for  Thee, 
Shall  my  whole  glory  and  salvation  be  J 
But  Thou  alone  the  Power  divine  canst  give, 

And  I  can  only  from  Thy  grace  receive, 
The  Wisdom,  Will,  and  Spirit  so  to  live  ; 

Thy  Word,  Thy  Love,  in  all  things  interweave, 
Till  never  thought  of  self  my  Lord  shall  grieve, 
Nor  for  one  moment  from  His  Love  depart, 
Engraved  forever  in  my  contrite  heart. 
Jesus,  my  Saviour,  let  me  ever  be, 
Redeemed  from  self  and  sin  to  worship  Thee  ; 
On  earth  Thy  service  as  my  heaven  beginning, 
The  contrite  sinner  to  his  God  returning, 
A  holocaust  upon  Thine  altar  binning; 
The  whole  burnt-offering  consecrated  there, 
Memorial  <>f  my  Saviour's  dying  prayer, 
To  save  me  from  the  death  ol  hell's  despair, 
My  new-born  soul  1 1 1    gift,  eternal  life  1 1  is  care  ' 


242  /  WILL   XOT  LET   THEE   GO. 


I    WILL   NOT   LET   THEE   GO    UNLESS 
THOU    BLESS    ME. 

THEN  help  mine  unbelief,  O  Lord! 
And  teach  me  how  to  pray, 
And  let  me  see  Thy  shining  ones 
Before  me  on  my  way. 

To  my  distress'd  and  doubting  heart, 

So  doubtful  of  Thy  Word, 
The  wondrous  miracle  impart 

Of  wrestling  with  my  Lord. 

What  Thou  hast  done  Thou  canst  repeat, 

And  wilt,  if  such  our  need, 
To  be  laid  low  beneath  Thy  feet, 

In  weakness  to  succeed. 

Then  Jacob's  heavenly  dream  bestow, 

Those  golden  stairs  to  see, 
And  cheerful  tread  the  shining  road 

Ascending  up  to  Thee. 

From  midnight  to  the  breaking  morn 

We  will  repeat  our  prayer, 
Nor  let  Thee  go  except  Thou  bless, 

And  save  us  from  despair. 


/   WILL  XOI   LET   THEE  GO.  24' 

O  gracious  Lord,  our  only  hope 

Is  in  Thy  wondrous  grace, 
That  Thou  from  death  wilt  raise  us  up 

To  see  Thy  blessed  face. 

Almighty  grace  alone,  divine, 

The  fallen  can  restore, 
And  raise  such  long-lost  souls  to  shine, 

Christ's  likeness  evermore! 


244  GOD'S  HEAVEN  OF  LOVE. 


GOD'S    HEAVEN    OF   LOVE. 

AUTHOR  and  Finisher  of  Faith, 

What  love  I  owe,  what  grateful  praise, 
That  I  may  freely  ask  of  Thee 
The  gift  of  such  amazing  grace ! 

Thou  only  source  of  life  and  light, 
Dear  Fountain  of  the  life  above, 

Help  Thou  mine  unbelief,  and  fit 
My  spirit  for  Thy  Heaven  of  Love  ! 

If  Thou  within  my  heart  wilt  dwell, 
And  make  me  Thy  divine  abode, 

Then  by  this  sign  I  know  full  well 
That  I  shall  dwell  with  Thee  in  God. 

O  hope  divine  !  O  boundless  grace  ! 

To  such  a  sinful  soul  express'd, 
That  I,  even  I,  may  sec  Thy  face, 

And  in  Tin-  likeness  stand  confess'd. 

O  Son  of  God  !  Thy  filial  heart. 
The  spirit  of  faith  in  me  create ; 

()  Lamb  of  God,  Thy  love  impart, 
And  at  Thy  bidding  let  me  wait. 


GOD'S  HEAVEN  OF  LOVE.  245 

So,  with  Thy  meek  and  lowly  mind, 
A  Heaven  on  earth  Thy  yoke  I'll  find, 
And  from  all^thought  of  self  set  free, 
Angelic  happiness  granted  me, 

Thus  to  obey  and  follow  Thee 

My  Life  and  Immortality, 
Begun  on  earth,  in  Heaven  to  b«, 

Thy  glory  through  eternity  ' 


246      THE  GIFT  OF  HEAVENLY  GLORY. 


THE    GIFT    OF    HEAVENLY    GLORY    IN 
OUR    LORD'S    PRAYER. 

ORD,  Thou  hast  taught  this  fervent  plea, 
To  love  and  worship  only  Thee ! 
Thy  law  of  love  in  every  thought, 
That  we  may  serve  Thee  as  we  ought, 
From  all  self-interest  pure  and  clean, 
And  naught  but  Thy  dear  image  seen ; 
From  every  selfish  yoke  set  free, 
Redeemed  from  sin's  captivity. 

This  blissful  prayer  Thyself  hast  taught 

The  loftiest  reach  of  human  thought. 

All  blessed,  infinite,  sublime, 

Law  of  eternity  and  time, 

The  likeness  of  Thyself  to  be 

Inwrought  in  us,  eternally; 

Each  other  as  ourselves  to  love, 

All  envious  interest  above ; 

All  injuries  from  our  foes  forgiven, 

That  we,  forgiven,  alike  may  live, 

And  God's  eternal  life  receive. 

Oh  who  could  live  without  such  grace, 
Or  die,  but  in  Thy  Love's  embrace! 
Oh  let  such  mercy  gird  us  round, 
Till  in  Thy  likeness  we  be  found 


THE   GIFT  OF  HEAVENLY   GLORY.      247 

Before  Thy  throne,  at  Thy  dear  feet, 
And  in  Thy  righteousness  complete ; 
Our  endless  glory  thus  inwrought, 
The  perfect  image  of  God's  thought ; 
Perfected  through  this  heaven-taught  plea, 
O  Christ  Divine,  thus  learned  from  Thee, 
Before  Thy  throne  I  humbly  fall, 
My  Soul,  my  Life,  my  All  in  All ! 


Oh  thus,  dear  Lord,  remember  me ! 

And  love  me  through  eternity! 

For  Thine's  the  kingdom,  power,  and  glory, 

The  gift  of  heaven's  immortal  story, 

Gethsemane  and  Calvary  ; 

The  prize  of  endless  life  to  be, 

Through  Thy  dear  blood  forever  free, 

For  all  who  will  but  trust  in  Thee  ! 

Father  of  grace,  who  art  in  Heaven, 
The  God  of  all  salvation  given, 
Thy  kingdom  come,  Thy  will  be  done, 
Through  the  vast  empire  of  Thy  Son  ; 
Empire  of  Bliss,  that  we-  may  prove, 
The  glory  of  celestial  lo\  e  ! 
M. m's  Paradise  begun  on  earth, 
1 1 1  be  renewed  in  1  leaven  al>«>\ e, 
For  all  who  through  the  Saviour's  prayer, 
i       five  eternal  mercy  there, 
lli.^  Robe  of  Righteousness  to  v. 


2^8    THE  GIFT  OF  GOVS  REDEEMING  GRACE. 


THE   GIFT   OF   GOD'S    REDEEMING 
GRACE. 

C^\  GRACE  immortal,  boundless,  where 

Once  'twas  a  world  of  guilt  and  care, 
Anguished  with  ravings  of  Despair! 
The  bliss  of  every  soul  restored, 
To  sing  such  grateful  hymns  to  God, 
Where  once  'twas  Satan's  dreadful  reign, 
Of  gnashing  blasphemy  and  pain. 

Lord,  I  could  run  eternally, 
If  Thou  such  utterance  give  to  me ; 
Suited  for  such  unmeasured  glory, 
Of  Zion's  Mount  and  Calvary's  Story, 
To  fill  the  years  incessantly, 
With  ravishing  celestial  song  ; 
Eternal  Sabbath  strains  prolonging, 
Heaven's  highest  anthems  all  adorning, 
Songs  of  the  Resurrection  Morning; — 
Nor  thought  nor  word  shall  silent  be, 
But  vocal  with  Eternity! 

The  radiant,  boundless,  changing  sea, 
Of  Life  and  Immortality, 
Its  waves  of  song  and  melody, 
Interpreters  of  speechless  glory; 


77/ E  GIFT  OF  GOD'S  REDEEMING  GRACE.  249 

From  death's  dark  bonds  forever  free, 

Inhabiting  Eternity, 

The  children  of  God's  love  to  be. 

O  never-ending  ecstasy, 
Of  Gratitude  and  Happiness, 
The  Gift  of  God's  Redeeming  grace, 
For  every  meek  and  lowly  child, 
Baptized  and  cradled  in  the  truth, 
Of  every  Mother,  meek  and  mild  ! 
The  Angel  Guardian  of  her  child, 
Committed  to  her  keeping  so, 
Protected  from  the  World  of  Woe. 

O  blessed  cradlehood  of  Christ  ! 
In  the  rude  manger  laid  to  rest, 
So  sweetly  upon  Mary's  breast  ! 
Humility  and  meekness  blest, 
By  Jesus'  infant  love  possest  ; 
Their  Shepherd,  in  such  fold  caressed, 
The  riches  of  his  glory  theirs, 
The  answer  to  their  infant  prayers; 
The  dearest  radiancies  of  Heaven, 
The  brightest  jewels  of  Love's  crown, 

Through  Everlasting  ages  known. 
The  raptures  of  Jehm  ah's  Throne  ; 
Melodies  of  the  greal  I  AM, 
The  songs  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 


2CO   GOD'S  ENDLESS  MERCY  TO  BELIEVERS. 


GOD'S    ENDLESS    MERCY   TO    BELIEV- 
ERS. 

(^)N  land  or  sea,  to  heirs  of  heaven, 

By  storm  and  tempests  rudely  driven, 
God  makes  His  grace  and  mercy  known, 
With  thoughts  of  love  from  His  bright  throne  ; 
And  to  the  listening  ear  of  Faith, 
Through  glooms  of  spiritual  Death, 
Makes  His  Eternal  Mercy  shine, 
With  all  the  bliss  of  Love  Divine, 
A  paradise  renewed  on  earth, 
But  in  God's  pardoning  grace  to  be, 
Man's  holy  and  Celestial  Birth, 
From  sin  and  death  forever  free  ! 

Such  love  is  as  the  Evening  Star, 
That  leads  a  thousand  angels  forth, 
With  light  and  glory  from  afar. 
To  watch  and  wait,  even  on  this  earth, 
The  pilgrims  of  celestial  birth  ; 
To  guide  their  way  to  brighter  skies. 
Where  planets  more  ethereal  rise, 
And  firmaments  with  glory  filled, 
And  opened  gates  of  Paradise, 


GOD'S  EX  I)  LESS  MERC  Y  TO  BELIE  \  ERS.  2  5 

Once  shut,  but  night  and  day  thrown  wide; 

Where  sentinels  of  Love  abide, 

And  flaming  songs  of  seraphim, 

Sound  forth  the  Universal  Hymn, 

Of  peace  on  earth,  good-will  to  men, 

And  glory  to  our  God  on  high, 

In  Bethlehem  born,  for  man  to  die, 

God's  wondrous  Love  to  glorify! 

Now  Truth  and  Mercy  kiss  each  other, 

And  Righteousness  and  Peace  together, 

Beneath  God's  Mercy-seat  descending, 

To  all  eternity  are  blending, 

Upon  the  Son  of  God  attending  ! 

So  love  is  as  the  Evening  Star, 
With  light  and  glory  from  afar. 
And  when  the  shades  of  evening  fall, 
And  twilight  softly  veils  the  scene, 
The  voices  of  God's  Spirit  call, 
With  harmonies  of  praise  serene, 
And  Hope  with  Faith's  all-conquering  shield. 
In  such  soft  lustre  shines  revealed, 
Where  God's  own  mercy  still  presides, 
And  Love  the  panoply  provides, 
To  quench  the  Devil's  fiery  darts, 
Aimed  at  believers'  contrite  hearts  ! 

Such  promises  <>f  blessing  meet, 
Each  suppliant  at  the  M  at  ! 

( )  Love  1  )ivine  !  still  keep  me  th 
From  the  dread  gloom  «>i   lb  ll's  despair, 


25  2      GOD'S  ENDL  ESS  MERC  \ '  TO  BELIE  VERS. 

Safe  through  the  power  of  Christ's  own  Prayer ! 
Him  prostrate  in  Gethsemane  I  see, 
Who  in  such  dying  anguish  prayed  for  me  — 
Father,  forgive  !     Which  ever  shall  prevail, 
And  not  the  humblest  sigh  of  Faith  shall  fail  ! 
Oh  with  what  bliss  is  that  assurance  fraught, 
With  Christ's   own   cross,  from   Heaven  for  man- 
kind brought, 
Who  prayed  for  Peter,  that  his  faith  fail  not ! 


FROM  ENDLESS  LOSS  TO  EX D LESS  GALN.  253 


FROM    ENDLESS    LOSS   TO    ENDLESS 
GAIN. 

r\  LOVELY  day  !  such  bright  array 

Of  light  and  cloud,  sunshine  and  shade, 
As  if  the  pavement  of  our  way 

To  Heaven  were  of  Heaven's  substance  made  ! 

We  could  be  travelling  always  here, 
Nor  ever  know  fatigue  or  fear, 
Nor  more  desire  a  change  of  state, 
Than  angels  to  be  new  create. 

Who  then  has  given  this  spring  of  joy, 
This  Pilgrimage  without  alloy, 
And  made  our  natural  life's  design 
Some  foretaste  of  the  world  Divine  ? 

Who  but  the  Lord,  whose  name  is  Love, 
And  when  His  sheep  from  Him  had  strayed, 

To  bring  them  to  His  fold  above, 

Their  debt  in  His  own  sufferings  paid  ! 

And  this  bright  day,  with  blest  array, 
( )f  faith  .ind  hope  in  1  lis  dear  1  1  'OSS, 

In  color  pleads,  its  Irjitnin^s  play, 
To  save  our  souls  hum  endless  loss  ! 


254  FROM  ENDLESS  LOSS  TO  ENDLESS  GAIN. 

To  lead  us  in  the  path  of  Life, 
To  bring  us  to  eternal  gain, 

Where  we  shall  see  as  we  are  seen, 
Nor  sorrows  know,  nor  sin,  nor  pain. 

Forever  by  His  love's  constraint, 
From  unbelief  and  guilt  withdrawn, 

Forever  spared  the  dread  remorse 
Of  Jesus'  sufferings  put  to  scorn. 


GOING  HOME,    GOEXG   HOME.  255 


GOING  HOME,  GOING  HOME. 

XT  O  more  thunder,  no  more  wrath, 

No  more  lightnings  on  our  path ; 
No  dread  terrors  of  Remorse, 
Nor  false  prophets  in  our  course, 
Nor  flatterers  to  lead  astray 
Unguarded  souls  from  Heaven's  highway: 
But  Jacob's  Dream,  of  angels  bright, 
With  radiant  golden  stairs  of  Light, 
God's  central  firmament  adorning, 
Let  down  from  midnight  until  morning, 
Earth's  wayworn  pilgrims  to  invite, 

With  tenderest  vigilance  and  warning, 
To  tread  God's  glorious  pathway  there  ; 
Each  step  a  blissful  conquering  prayer, 
With  wings  for  little  ones  to  wear — 
Dear  cherubs  of  the  Saviour's  care  ! 
Like  youthful  Pleiades  divining, 
From  their  sunlit  courses  shining, 
Myriad  Seraphs  throwing  down 
From  the  unveiled  Heavenly  Throne, 
Quite  as  much  as  we  can  bear 

Of  the  worlds  of  glory  there  ! 


56  THE  PRAYER  OF  MY  HEART. 


THE  PRAYER  OF  MY  HEART. 

f~\  LORD,  subdue  my  selfish  will, 

All  thy  commandments  to  fulfil ; 
Thy  Word  on  earth  thus  Heaven  to  be, 
In  glory  through  eternity. 

10  say  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done, 
Shall  be  a  Heaven  on  earth  begun, 
An  ecstasy  supreme  and  free, 
Of  Love  and  glory  given  to  me. 

O  God  of  Mercy  !   hear  my  prayer, 
That  I  Thy  glory  thus  may  see  ; 

Oh,  take  me  on  the  wings  of  love, 
And  bear  me  safely  up  to  Thee ! 

Oh,  give  me  to  believe  the  grace 
That  pardons  all  my  pride  and  sin, 

And  opens  wide  the  gates  of  Heaven, 
That  such  as  I  may  enter  in  ! 

That  I  may  see  the  blissful  face 
Of  Him  whom  I  would  fain  adore, 

And  in  His  likeness  know  the  bliss 
Of  Christ's  own  Low  for  evermore. 


THE   PRAYER   OE  MY   HEART- 

O  God  of  Mercy,  grant  my  prayer, 
His  boundless  glory  to  behold  ; 

His  robe  of  Righteousness  to  wear 
Among  the  lambs  of  His  dear  Fold. 

By  His  dear  name  forever  known, 
His  cross  on  earth  daily  contest, 

To  be  on  earth  my  joy  and  crown, 
With  Him  in  Heaven  forever  blest. 


257 


'.$8  BUT  ONE  BOOK. 


BUT  ONE  BOOK. 

T^\EAR  Lord,  leave  not  Thy  hold  on  me, 

But  let  me  still  Thy  glory  see  ; 
Nor  ever  from  Thy  Word  depart, 
But  hide  its  lessons  in  my  heart ; — 
The  only  Book  that  speaks  for  Thee, 
Of  Life  and  Immortality, 
Revealing  Thine  Eternity  ; 
The  only  Book  that  holds  my  soul 
Beneath  Thy  Spirit's  sweet  control ; 
The  only  Book  that  keeps  my  mind 
Within  the  range  by  Thee  designed  ; 
The  only  Book  that  gives  relief 
From  the  dread  schemes  of  Unbelief  ; 
The  Book  that  teaches  us  to  live. 
The  Book  that  shows  us  how  to  die  ; 

The  Book  that  opens  wide  the  gates 
Of  sinless  Immortality  ; 
The  Mystery  of  Godliness, 
Gethscmane,  and  Calvary. 
The  Book  that  reads  for  us  the  prayer 
Of  Christ,  still  interceding  there  ; 
And  from  the    Throne  of  God  replies; 
To-day  with  Me  in  Paradise! 


BUT  ONE   BOOK.  259 

Lord,  save  by  Thine  Almighty  Word, 
And  in  that  Book  of  Life  record 
The  names  that,  trusting  in  their  Lord 
Received  such  Infinite  Reward. 

My  Lord  !  my  God  !  may  mine  be  there  ! 
My  worthless  name  beneath  Thy  Word, 
Of  holy,  blissful  Promise  heard, 
In  pain,  in  darkness,  and  in  grief, 
The  cure  of  all  mine  unbelief  ; 
Raised  in  Thy  glory  I  shall  rise, 
With  Thee  to-day  in  Paradise! 
O  Words  of  Lightning  and  Surprise, 
To-day  with  Thee  in  Paradise  ! 
In  Paradise  to-day  with  me 
God's  angels  shall  such  glory  see! 

Jesus,  my  Saviour,  can  such  be — 
The  Resurrection  Life  for  me, 
Such  glory,  glory,  glory  mine, 
Inhabiting  eternity  ! 


200      PRAYER   OF  A    CONTRITE  HEART. 


PRAYER  OF  A  CONTRITE  HEART. 

JESUS,  save  a  broken-hearted 
Sinner  that  would  trust  in  Thee  ; 
Oh,  that  faith  might  be  imparted, 
From  the  power  of  sin  set  free, 
At  Thy  cross  to  leave  my  burden, 

Evermore  at  liberty, 
Thy  dear  name  alone  to  worship, 

In  the  tenderness  of  mercy, 
Sweetly  shining  upon  me  ! 

From  Thy  throne  in  highest  Heaven, 
By  the  Father's  Grace  Divine, 

That  thine  enemies,  forgiven, 
Might  with  Thee  in  glory  shine; 

Oh  what  wealth  of  suffering  mercy 
Made  the  gift  of  pardon  mine  ! 

From  the  depths  of  Love  o'erflowing, 
From  Eternity's  design  ! 

Who  the  boundless  deep  can  measure 
Of  unending  love  like  Thine. 

Lord,  as  I  behold  Thy  Passion 
In  agonies  of  death  for  me. 

See  Thy  drops  of  blood  down  falling, 
And  in  dark  (lethsemane, 

Hear  the  dreadful  exclamation  : 


PRAYER   OF  A    CONTRITE  HEART.       261 

"  Why  hast  Thou  forsaken  me?" 

May  my  heart  in  anguish  broken, 
Bleeding  there  on  Calvary, 

Hear  Thy  words  of  mercy  spoken, 

u  Thou  in  Paradise  shalt  be  !" 


262   THE  HOME  OF    THE  SOLE  IN  CHRIST. 


THE  HOME  OF  THE   SOUL   IN   CHRIST. 

HP  HERE  is  a  Heaven  where  I  shall  be 

With  Christ  forever  blest, 
And  in  His  Presence  always  know 
My  soul's  Eternal  Rest. 

Then  even'  doubt  shall  be  dispelled 

That  once  involved  in  gloom 
The  truths  that,  half  believed,  yet  held 

My  Hope  beyond  the  tomb. 

O  blissful  radiance,  now  so  fair, 

And  I  so  near  the  sight 
Of  those  celestial  promises 

That  filled  me  with  delight. 

Sad  intervals  of  unbelief, 

The  terrors  of  despair, 
That  day  and  night  without  relief 

Still  sought  relief  in  prayer, 

And  at  the  mercy-scat  of  grace 

What  seraphs  held  me  there! 
Gethsemane  and  Calvary, 

To  shield  me  from  despair! 


THE  HOME   OF    THE   SOUL   IN  CHRIST.   263 

Lord  of  such  mercy!     Boundless  worlds, 

The  purchase  of  Thy  Love. 
Through  countless  millions  so  redeemed, 

To  wear  Thy  crown  above. 

Oh,  what  return  of  gratitude 

For  such  redemption  given, 
Can  mortal  spirits  hope  to  bring, 

Immortal  heirs  of  Heaven. 


264  TIME'S  BEQUEATHMENT  FOR  ETERNITY. 


TIME'S  BEQUEATHMENT  FOR 
ETERNITY. 

GIVE  my  body  to  the  grave, 
From  sin  and  pain  forever  free, 
New  life  in  Christ  is  promised  me  ; 
His  glory  I'll  forever  see ; 
It  never  limited  can  be, 
But  runneth  through  Eternity, 

His  Love  to  bear  the  penalty 

> 

I  must  have  borne  eternally 

Had  not  my  Saviour  died  for  me. 
His  blissful  nature  I  shall  share, 
His  robe  of  Righteousness  shall  wear, 
His  image  perfect  shall  be  mine, 
And  in  His  glory  I  shall  shine, 
O  wondrous  Heritage  Divine  ! 
Inheritance  of  Saints  in  Light, 
The  Crown  of  Love's  Eternal  Might, 
The  Diadem  of  Christ's  Delight ! 
God's  whole  Creation  far  above, 
Perfected  in  Eternal  Love! 
What  images  can  ever  prove, 

Till  we  with  angels  dwell  in  Heaven, 
The  bliss  of  such  amazing  love, 

To  such  amazing  rebels  given ! 


THE  PREACHING   OE    THE  GOSPEL.      265 


THE  PREACHING    OF  THE  GOSPEL  AN 
ETERNAL  HEAVEN! 

ET  me  not  dwell  from  Thee,  my  Lord,  apart, 
But  shed  abroad  Thy  love  within  my  heart ; 
My  dwelling  thus,  wherever  it  may  be, 
Shall  prove  a  heavenly  Paradise  for  me  ; 
On  earth,  or  midst  the  stars,  where'er  I  roam, 
God's  Love  for  me  is  mine  Eternal  Home. 
His  wondrous  gift  of  grace,  a  lowly  will  ; 
My  whole  heart  His,  a  greater  wonder  still. 
Lord,  with  such  Love  each  wayward  thought  con- 
trol, 
And  cleanse  and  new-create  my  careless  soul. 
A  pre}'  to  Doubting  Castle  leave  me  not, 
Thy  promised  grace  in  anguish  there  forgot. 
If  Thou  wilt  make  Thy  Presence  my  delight, 
There  shall  be  sunrise  even  in  blackest  night! 
The  iron  gates  fly  open  to  the  day, 
God's  flaming  chariot  bears  me  safe  away  ; 
And  1  as  free  as  air  by  seraphs  stirred, 
On  wings  of  mercy  at  Thy  blissful  word, 
Fly  as  the  lark  to  meel   the  morning  sun, 
A  new  (  xistence  in  God's  light  begun  ! 
With    Hope   and    Faith    and    Love  and   fervent 
Praj  er, 


266     Till-:  PREACHING  OF    THE  GOSPEL. 

Oh  lift  my  soul  from  darkness  and  despair 
To  the  bright  regions  of  Thy  loving  care 
My  dear  Lord's  Prisoner  held  in  triumph  there, 
From  all  the  doubts  of  unbelief  set  free, 
To  know  that  Christ  has  died  even  for  me  ; 
And  in  His  righteousness  my  soul  arrayed, 
Assures  my  resurrection  from  the  dead, 
When  I  shall  see,  with  infinite  surprise, 
Myself,  once  lost,  a  seraph  in  the  skies. 

Oh  give  me  now  Thy  new-creating  grace 
To  make  mine  inmost  soul  reflect  Thy  face  ; 
Oh,  bring  me  out  of  prison  to  praise  Thy  name, 
And  put  mine  enemies  and  Thine  to  shame, 
Oh,  no  more  hide  Thy  loving  face  from  me, 
But  let  me  evermore  Thy  glory  see, 
And  find  my  blissful  home  eternally, 
In  loving,  praising,  and  adoring  Thee! 

Dear  loving  Saviour,  leave  me  not  alone  ; 
But  with  Thy  Presence  may  Thy  Love  be  known, 
And  make  it  certain  that  I  am   Thine  own, 
So  shall  Thy  Love  mine  endless  anthem  be, 
And   I   the  wonder  of  eternity, 
That  Christ  could  love  a  sinner  such  as  me, 
And  make  my  soul  an  angel's  harp  to  sing, 

"  O  death,  where  is  thy  victory? 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  sting?" 


LO I  r£TS  HRA  I  EN  117  THIN  THE  SO  UL.    267 


LOVE'S    HEAVEN    WITHIN    THE    SOUL. 

C^\  LOVER  of  my  soul,  have  mercy  on  me! 

Through  the  dear  grace  of  Thine  own  cross 
that  won  me, 
My  guilt,  so  vast.  Thou  madest  me  to  know. 
Through  faith  of  all  Thy  sufferings  here  below; 
Oh,  let  Thine  anguish  conquer  all  my  sin, 
From  every  idol  mine  affections  win, 
In  every  thought  and  impulse  reign  forever, 
To  be  divided  from    Thy  worship  never; 
Hut  as  a  radiant  and  redeemed  .star. 
To  shine  unto  Thy  glory  from  afar. 
Wherever  souls  or  flaming  worlds  are  found, 
Or  angel  keepers  of  Emmanuel's  ground, 
The  knowledge  of  Thy  grace  to  spread  around. 

I  I  ar  Lord,  my  only  refuge  from  distn 
Who  grantest  now  such  glimpses  of  Thy  face, — 
Keep  in  my  thoughts  these  holdings,  day  by  day. 
These  Life-lines  in  my  soul,  Thy  grace  to  stay, 
And  guard  my  will  from  shipwreck  by  the  way, 
And  h<lp  me  at  Thy  word  to  watch  and  pray  : 
That,  anchored  thus,  in  Thee,  within  the  veil, 
I  never  may  that  Heavenly  Harbor  fail, 
Hut  find  my  Heaven  within  Thy  loving  heart, 
And  be  like  Tin  1  hee  .1^  Thou  ait, 

No  more  forever  from  1  hy  love  t<>  part. 


268  THE  MYSTERY  OF  GODLINESS. 


THE  MYSTERY  OF  GODLINESS. 

r\   MYSTERY  of  Godliness, 

To  end  in  Everlasting  glory ! 
The  Cross,  the  Word,  the  Dying  Lamb  ! 
The  pardoning  Prayer  on  Calvary, 
The  Anthem  for  Eternity, 
For  you,  O  sinner,  and  for  me, 
The  glory  of  all  worlds  to  be  ; 
The  death  of  God's  Eternal  Son, 
And  by  it  man's  Salvation  Won! 
O  wonders  of  Eternal  Grace  ! 
Who  can  their  Memory  erase? 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
The  Alpha  and  the  end  of  praise, 
The  glory  of  the  Great  I  Am, 
Through  angels'  and  archangels'  days: 
The  glory  of  the  Harvest  Home, 
The  heritage  of  saints  to  come; 
The  glory  now  of  Jesus'  Name, 
Though  once  the  heritage  of  shame, 
For  all  who  dared  His  Son  proclaim! 

Lord,  hold  me  in  Thine  own  embrace, 
And  bid  me  run  the  Heavenly  Race  ; 
Oh,  leave  me  not  from  Thee  astray, 


THE  MYSTERY  OE  GODLINESS.  269 

To  wander  in  the  World's  highway, 
But  hold  me  in  Thy  powerful  hand. 
Obeying  each  Divine  command. 

Oh,  keep  me  praying  every  day, 

And  new  demands  of-grace  supply, 

That  hourly,  momently  I  need  ; 

For  Thou  must  give  and  Thou  must  lead, 

And  in  Thy  mercy  intercede! 

Oh,  who  that  lives  with  hope  to  meet, 

A  Saviour  at  the  Mercy-seat, 

Dare  waste  a  moment  of  the  Rhyme, 

Betwixt  Eternity  and  Time, 

Or  reckon,  but  by  Christ's  control, 

The  Endless  Value  of  the  soul! 

Lord,  thus  be  with  me  when  I  die, 

And  on  the  wings  of  Faith  I'll  fly 

To  meet  my  Saviour  in  the  sky! 

My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Heaven  on  high, 

The  bright  fulfilment  of  my  dream, 

Whenever  I  can  think  of  Him, 

II  <    takes  me  in  His  own  right  hand, 

My  every  step  at   His  command. 

<  )h,  this  is  joy  on  earth  t"  be, 

By  Christ's  dear  sdt  from  self  set  free, 

1 1  is  blissful  Voice  <>t  1  ,ove  on  me  ; 

My  Voice,  with  every  burden  laid 

On  Him,  by  whom  tin-  words  were  said: 

M\  child  !  'tis  1  ;  be  not  afraid ! 


2;o  THE  MYSTERY  OF  GODLINESS. 

And  so  the  wildest  storm  is  laid, 
By  sunlight  through  the  tempest  played  ; 
The  manger's  homely  crib  becomes 

The  friendly  cradle  of  a  babe  ; 
The  grandest  of  all  earthly  homes, 
The  loving  chariot  of  the  Lord, 
To  wing  me  up  to  His  abode  ! 

Lord,  when  it  comes  mine  hour  to  die, 
May  I  but  know  that  Thou  art  nigh, 
Death's  gloomy  tenors  I'll  defy; 
For  Jesus  on  the  cross  doth  reign, 
And  sin,  but  not  the  soul,  is  slain. 
So  in  His  Love  I  shall  remain, 
Forever  loved,  to  sing  His  praise 
Who  could  so  great  a  sinner  raise, 
And  make  me  as  an  angel  pure, 
God's  blessed  mansion  to  secure, 

Through  the  dear  Covenant  of  His  Son  ! 
And  who  from  Death's  command  can  fly, 
Except  the  Lord  of  Life  is  nigh, 
Satan's  dread  presence  to  defy, 
And  raise  the  flag  of  mercy  high  ? 
Assured  the  soul's  salvation  there, 
And  Resurrection  from  Despair! 
That  else  were  endless  misery  where, 

The  Holy  Spirit  shall  preside, 

And  in  the  weakest  heart  reside, 

In  Faith,  Hope,  Love,  and  Patience  tried; 
A  Refuge  and  a  glory  where- 


THE  MYSTERY  OE  GO D LI X ESS.  2J\ 

The  purchase  of  such  grace  shall  be 
The  glory  of  Eternity, 
The  gift  of  every  sinner's  Friend, 
The  glory  that  can  have  no  end. 

O  glory,  glory,  glory,  Lord  ! 

The  mystery  of  Godliness, 
The  Throne  of  the  Eternal  Word, 
The  boundless  Mercy  of  our  God! 

O  glorious  Hope,  forever  nigh  ! 
Who  would  not  all  earth's  treasures  give, 

For  that  to  live,  with  that  to  die, 
Christ's  grace  receive,  His  Love  believe, 

And  with  such  glory  reign  on  high, 

Inhabiting  Eternity  ! 


2j2      INVOCATION  OF    THE  ALMIGHTY. 


INVOCATION  OF  THE  ALMIGHTY. 

r\  HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 

Thy  guiding  heavenly  Grace  afford, 
To  know  the  leadings  of  Thy  Word, 
That  bear  me  safely  up  to  God. 
Oh  thus,  Almighty  Saviour,  guide  me, 
And  in  the  secret  of  Thy  Presence  hide  me! 
Lord  God  of  such  Redeeming  Power, 
Be  with  me  in  my  dying  hour. 
Thy  guiding  shining  grace  afford, 
To  know  the  footsteps  of  my  Lord, 

My  once  lost  nature  to  restore  ; 
Thy  Promise  Infinite,  divine, 
How  glorious  doth  its  radiance  shine, 
Each  word  a  diamond  of  God's  mine  ! 
And  the  dear  likeness  of  God's  Son, 
A  daily  heaven  in  me  begun  ! 
Be  with  me  thus,  O  God  of  Love! 
Send  Thy  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
My  daily  wanderings  forgive, 

My  ruined  nature  to  restore. 

From  Thee  and  heaven  to  part  no  more, 
And  so  Thy  pardoning  grace  receive, 


IX VOCATION  OF    THE  ALMIGHTY.       273 

The  Faith  for  Him  alone  to  live, 
Who  for  my  soul  His  life  did  give  ! 
Oh,  what  a  world  if  guilt  and  grief, 

The  work  of  sin,  were  dead, 
And  all  but  Love  in  human  hearts 

From  God's  remembrance  fled  ! 
Oh,  what  a  world  where  Sun  and  Moon 

Had  no  more  need  to  shine. 
Because  all  being  lives  and  moves 

By  breath  of  Love  Divine  ! 
Oh,  what  a  world  if  I  were  there 

Among  its  sons  to  dwell ! 
Oh,  what  a  world  if  Thou  be  there 

Whom  I  have  loved  so  well ! 
And  what  a  world  if  some  were  there 

Whom  I  on  earth  had  known, 
And  sought  to  lead  in  earnest  prayer 

Before  Jehovah's  throne! 
To  whom  on  earth,  in  humble  faith, 

My  Saviour's  words  expressed, 
Had  taught  some  trembling  heart  upon 

1  li-  dying  love  to  rest ! 
His  blissful  word-  from  Heaven  revealed, 

"  lu   Paradise-  with   Mi  ." 
Wide  Opening  thus  the  gates  unsealed 

Of  blest  Eternity  ! 
( )  blest  Eternity  revealed  ! 
( )  work  of  grace  to  sinners  given, 
From  earth  transported  thus  to  Heaven ! 


274       INVOCATION  OF    THE  ALMIGHTY. 

Lord,  sanctify  me  by  Thy  grace, 
Till  I  in  Heaven  behold  Thy  face. 

Oh,  who  can  chant  such  ecstasy, 
Such  joy  through  all  Eternity, 
Of  gratitude  each  soul  unfolding, 
God's  Paradise  of  Love  upholding; 
A  Paradise  that  ne'er  began, 
But  through  the  wickedness  of  man 
Rejecting  God's  Eternal  Plan ! 

O  Mystery  of  Iniquity, 

That  endless  ages  cannot  scan  ! 
But  oh  the  glorious  Grace  that  rises 

In  the  soul  of  Fallen  Man ! 
Oh,  the  overwhelming  prizes 

Of  the  Life  that  thus  began  ! 
Sweetest  thoughts  in  loveliest  language, 

Colors  drawn  from  sunset  skies, 
Always  blending,  never  ceasing, 

Fill  the  soul  with  glad  surprise; 
Prisms  newly  formed,  unfolding 

All  the  scenes  of  Paradise, 
Man's  first  sin,  and  first  forgiving; 
Angels,  gratefully  beholding 

New-created  Planets  rise  ; 
Comets  their  career  unfolding 

Where  the  forked  lightning  flies; 
And  God's  thunder-peals,  resounding, 


INVOCATION  OF    THE  ALMIGHTY.      275 

Shake  the  Universe  around, 
With  sublimest  peals  of  sound, 

Echoing  through  Eternal  Ages. 
Filling  Angels  with  surprise, 
Through  new-created  azure  skies, 
Universes  that  arise  ; 
Defying  all  created  Plan, 
One  attribute  of  God  to  scan, 
But  only  Love  to  guilty  man. 


2J6FEAR  nothing,  o  true  believer, 


FEAR  NOTHING,  O  TRUE  BELIEVER! 

f~\  GOD  of  grace  and  mercy,  hear  me ! 

Thy  words  in  darkest  midnight  cheer  me  ; 
All  evils  fly  when  Thou  art  near  me. 
Thine  is  the  Heaven  in  which  I  learn 
The  thoughts  that  breathe,  the  words  that  burn  ; 
The  light  by  which  my  soul  doth  live, 
And  all  its  faculties  receive  ; 
The  endless  blessings  Thou  dost  give. 

Thou  art  the  Lite  of  all  delight ; 

The  mysteries  of  Heaven  are  Thine, 

Supreme,  Eternal,  and  Divine. 

All  joys  creation  can  believe 

Doth  Thine  all  blissful  Presence  give; 

Eternity  of  being  Thine, 

Without  beginning  or  decline, 

Who  can  such  mysteries  divine, 

By  which  such  boundless  glories  shine, 

Vast  and  Eternal  their  Design  ? 

O  God  of  Mercy  !  make  them  mine ; 

Omniscient  and  Almighty  Power, 


FEAR   NOTHING,  O    TRUE  BELIEVER!  2JJ 

The  breath  of  every  passing  hour ; 
God,  whose  existence  we  adore, 
Yet  human  Thought  can  ne'er  explore, 
Nor  estimate  the  precious  dower 
Of  each  remembered  shining  hour, 
Bestowed,  of  Life  for  evermore, 
In  God's  Redeeming  Love  secure! 


Unparalleled,  Omniscient  Bliss; 
Omnipotent,  unmeasured  all, 
Yet  at  command  of  human  call; 

The  universe  a  measureless 
Provision  of  celestial  grace, 
For  those  who  seek  Jehovah's  Face, 

The  Father  of  the  Fatherless. 

Unparalleled,  unmeasured  bliss, 

Of  Love  the  Unsearchable  abyss, 

The  wonder  of  creation  this! 

Omnipotent,  Omniscient  all, 

Yet  at  command  of  human  call, 

Of  Faith  and  Hope  and  Love  the  dwelling, 

The  mystery  of  the  Cross  revealing, — 

The  mystery  of  the  great  1  AM, 

The  song  of  Moses  and  tin-  Lamb. 

The  glory  of  the  Saviour's  Name, 

The  gift  of  1  lis  celestial  grace, 

For  all  who  humbly  seek  1 1 is  \ak.\\ 

And  triumph  in  1  lis  Righteousn< 


j;S /•/•;. /A"    NOTHING,   0    TRUE   BELIEVER! 


Oh  haste,  my  soul,  to  make  it  sure 

That  I  on  earth  such  Love  may  know, 
And  in  such  faith  to  glory  go. 
Hear  me,  0  Lord  !  and  grant  the  prayer, 
Which  Thou  hast  taught  me  at  the  cross, 
To  save  me  from  the  dread  despair, 
And  madness  of  blasphemers  there, 
Deniers  of  the  Son  of  God, 
Despiser  of  His  holy  Word  ! 


THE   JOY  OF  HEAVEN  OX  EARTH.      279 


THE  JOY  OF  HEAVEN  ON  EARTH, 

'"PHIS  is  the  Christian  life  to  lead, 
Our  bliss  divine  on  earth  ; 

No  other  heritage  we  need, 
But  that  of  this  New  Birth, 

To  make  one  hour  of  such  a  life 
Eternal  ages  worth  ; — 
The  joy  of  Heaven  on  Earth  ! 

Yea  !  the  same  life  that  Jesus  lived, 

The  Love  divine  to  show, 
That  shall  be  ours  who  will  but  seek 

Such  blessedness  to  know ; 
And  to  our  fellow-prisoners  teach 

Some  glimmerings  here  below, 

Ere  we  to  glory  go  ! 

Christ's  death  itself  Love's  sacrifice, 
I  lis  Life  our  only  Paradise, 
Regained  by  His  most  precious  blood, 
That  on  the  cross  so  freely  flowed, 
That  we  might  thus  return  t<>  God, 
From  sin  and  death  foreverfreel 
( rethsemane  and  Calvai  j . 
Love's  Radiance  through  Eternity, 


28o    THE   JOY  OF  HEAVEN  ON  EARTH. 

Our  Robe  of  Righteousness  to  be! 
In  wondrous  likeness  of  our  Lord, 
The  mystery  of  Heaven's  grace  adored, 
The  promise  of  Jehovah's  Word, 
Ecstatic  study  of  all  Heaven  !  » 
For  Cherubim  and  Seraphs  given, 
The  unfallen  first-born  hosts  of  Heaven  ! 
To  see  God's  prodigals  returned, 
When  Satan  to  his  place  is  driven, 
In  penitential  grief  adorned; — 
God's  waiting  and  Redeeming  art, 

That  we  Love's  holocaust  might  bring, 
The  broken,  humble,  contrite  heart, 

Forever  His  dear  praise  to  sing, 
Who  for  our  Life  His  own  laid  down, 
That  we  might  wear  the  conqueror's  crown. 


THE  CHRISTMAS  SOXG   OF  SERAPHS.  28 1 


THE    CHRISTMAS    SONG    OF    SERAPHS. 

XT  0\V  o'er  the  wide  world,  on  the  wings  of  the 
Morning, 
From  Pharaoh's  stream  to  the  ends  of  the  earth, 
The  heralds  of  Zion  in  anthems  of  glory 

Proclaim  the  glad  news  of  Immanuel's  birth. 
Over  Bethlehem's   plains,  in  their  lowly  seclusion, 
The   shepherds,  unconscious,  are  watching  their 
sheep  ; 
While  the  moon  and  the  planets  wheel  on  in  their 
glory, 
All  nature  in  innocent  beauty  asleep. 

Then  swept    through    the  heavens,   in  choirs  all 
seraphic, 

Soft  preludes  of  joy  from  the  Ancient  of  Days  : 
Singing   loud    to    the  hearts   of    the    wondering 
shepherds 

The  birth  oi  the  King  oi  Eternity's  praise! 
\ ' >  you  ll<-  is  bom  in  the  city  of  1  )avid  ; 

You  first  of  all  people  His  glor)  shall  know; 
Ye  first  shall  adore  Him,  and  all  the  bright  si 

The  world  as  1 1 1  ^  earliest  witnesses  show. 


282  THE  CHRISTMAS  SONG  OF  SERAPHS. 

Withdrawn  through  the  azure,  the  night-song  is 
ended, 
And  Ages  steal  silently  over  the  plain; 
But  slowly,  ah !  slowly  the  tidings  have  wended, 
Though  flung  from  the  mountain-tops  over  the 
main. 
Oh    haste,  mighty  Saviour!    complete   the  blest 
story 
Of  Death,  Resurrection,  and  Glory  divine  ; 
Till  earth's  distant  regions  shall  shout  the  grand 
Anthem, 
The  Birth  and  the    Cross    and    the    Blood    all 
divine. 
The  Mercy,  the  Crown,  and  the  Majesty  thine  ! 


THE  QUESTION  OF  ATONING  BLOOD.  283 


THE  QUESTION  OF  ATONING  BLOOD 

FOR  REBELS  THUS  BROUGHT 

BACK  TO  GOD. 

T    ASK  the  Eternal  Son  of  God  : 

Canst  Thou  have  died  for  me  ? 
Oh  help  me  to  accept  this  Word, 

And  all  Thy  glory  see  ! 
I  hear  Thee  question  me  again  : 

Dear  child,  dost  thou  love  Me? 
The  doubt  conveyed  fills  me  with  pain, 

Unfit  to  answer  Thee. 
But  Thou  must  give  the  certainty, 

By  grace  confirming  me  ; 
The  bliss  of  Love  within  my  soul, 

That  drew  my  heart  to  Thee  : 
The  healing  grace  that  made  me  whole, 

From  death  forever  free  ! 
Henceforth  I  give  my  life  to  Thee, — 

The  least  that   I  can  do  ; 

For  Thou  didst  give  Thy  life-  for  me 

Before  Thy  name  1  knew  ! 
No  more  mine  own.  but  ever  Thine, 

1  ,ove's  pm  ]x »  e  to  pursue  ! 
In  prayer  and  praises  to  Tin  name, 

Lord,  help  me  to  believ  e 


!$4  THE  QUESTIOX  OF  .  /  7UV/AY7   BLOOD. 

And  the  vast  gift  of  Thy  dear  love, 

Through  Thine  own  blood  receive  ! 
The  stars  of  an  Eternal  Life 

In  our  horizon  rise  : 
Oh,  when  shall  men  the  glory  learn 

That  in  God's  kingdom  lies  ! 
Heaven's  representatives  to  be, 
Redeemed  forever,  Lord,  by  Thee  ; 
And  through  the  purchase  of  Thy  blood, 
Dead  unto  sin,  alive  to  God  ! 
O  boundless,  endless  Mystery, 

The  Mystery  of  Godliness, 
Hid  by  God's  Being  in  His  Son, 
The  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
That  none  might  seek  His  Grace  in  vain  ! 
O  God  !  that  mercy  to  obtain 
Were  worth  Eternities  of  Pain  ; 
But  Thou  hast  left  it  for  Thy  Son, 
Eternity  of  Bliss  for  all  begun, 
The  crown  of  such  amazing  glory  won  ; 
None  can  deny  that  such  must  be 
The  Mystery  of  Eternity! 
None  can  delay,  but  those  who  borrow, 
From  wasted  Time,  Eternities  of  sorrow  ! 
Oh  to  be  wise,  and  count  not  on  To-morrow! 
To-day  believe,  To-night  in  earnest  pray, 
And  Heaven  shall  be  your  Everlasting  Day, 
God's  Paradise  of  Love  your  Soul's  array  ! 


FROM  SIN'S  DREAD  DELUGE  FLEE.      285 


FROM  SIN'S  DREAD  DELUGE  FLEE 
TO-DAY. 

/"""*  OD  bless  our  progress  day  by  day, 

Till  we  be  found  amidst  the  array 
Of  just  ones  perfected  by  grace, 
To  see  our  Saviour  face  to  face. 
The  General  Assembly  there, 
Who  served  their  Lord  with  holy  fear, 
To  be  presented  at  His  throne, 
Nor  spot  nor  wrinkle  ever  known, 
But  the  dear  likeness  of  God's  Son, 
In  meek  and  lowly  witness  known  ! 

Oh  to  be  perfect  in  Thy  sight ! 
Lord,  who  can  know  our  soul's  delight, 
When  we,  from  every  stain  set  free, 
Shall  find  our  being  pure  in  Thee? 
But  can  it  be-  that  such  as  we 
E'er  should  such  boundless  glory  s< 

Thou  art  the  Shepherd  oi  Thy  Flock, 
Their  Guardian  and  their  Living  Rock*. 

In  form  and  nat  uiv  how    serene 

The  human  and  di\  ine  are  seen  ! 
Thou  leddest  us  in  pastures  green, 
Win  1  e  fn    he  1    treams  did  intei  v  ene  ; 


286  FROM  SIX'S  DREAD  DELUGE  FLEE. 

Thou  wast  our  everlasting  Light, 

Our  Sun  by  Day,  our  Moon  by  Night ; 

Thy  cloudy  pillar  led  us  on, 

All  sheltered  from  the  noonday  sun, 

The  Desert's  dreadful  scorching  glare, 

A  Terror  to  the  footsteps  there  ; 

Where  yet  we  breathed  a  gentle  vernal  air 

Amidst  such  dreary  sand-wastes  of  Despair. 


CHRIST  OCR  ETERNAL  LIFE.  287 


CHRIST  OUR  ETERNAL  LIFE  IN 
HEAVEN. 

T^HERE  sin  forever  is  forgiven, 
There  Life  is  Love  Divine  ; 
And  all  the  souls  that  enter  Heaven 
In  Christ's  perfection  shine. 

The  Life  that's  hid  with  Christ  in  God 

Shall  my  salvation  be, 
The  conscience  sprinkled  with  the  blood 

So  freely  shed  for  me. 

There,  in  the  bliss  of  loving  God, 

Eternal  Life  is  mine  ; 
And  I  shall  be  a  child  of  God, 

And  in  His  nature  shine. 

And  mine  shall  be  the  eternal  joy, 
From  sin  and  death  made  whole. 

To  be  engaged  in  God's  employ, 
The  glory  of  the  soul ! 

O  God!  in\  ( rod !  when  shall  it  be 
That  1  shall  know  such  gra<  e, 

From  self  and  sin  forevi  r  free, 
My  Saviour,  face  to  face, — 


288       CHktsr  our  sternal  life. 

To  know  as  I  myself  am  known, 
In  God's  Omniscient  Light, 

And  with  His  saints  and  angels  there 
Drink  infinite  delight ! 

And  God's  own  Holy  Light  the  sphere 
In  which  ourselves  we  see, 

Transfigured  with  Our  Lord  to  shine 
Through  all  Eternity. 

Oh,  then  it  will  be  ecstasy 

The  breath  of  Heaven  to  breathe, 

Where  no  more  thought  of  sin  remains 
Than  God  Himself  can  have. 

Then,  oh,  the  ecstasy  divine 

Of  rising  from  the  grave, 
To  see  the  Lamb  for  us  once  slain, 

And  know  His  power  to  save. 


i 


FLY   TO    THE  ARK.  289 


FLY  TO  THE  ARK. 

rO-DAY!   While  it  is  called  TO-DAY, 

Oh,  seek  Christ's  mercy  while  you  may 
Nor  for  the  coming  deluge  stay  ; 

Fly  to  the  Ark  ! 
There  only  are  you  safe,  for  there, 
Through  Jesus'  loving  grace  and  care, 
The  winds  and  waves  that  roar  shall  bear 

Your  soul  to  Heaven  ! 

No  more  the  sport  of  Satan's  Feast, 
But  sweetly  on  your  Saviour's  breast, 
Soft  as  a  robin  in  its  nest, 

Sealed  as  Christ's  own, — 
Under  1 1  is  wings  your  soul  shall  rest. 
No  more  by  Guilt*S  despair  opprest, 
Hut  in  His  glorious  likeness drest, 

Bright  as  1  lis  throne. 

The  sun  in   lKawn   111. i\    lose  its  tire, 

The  glorious  stars  in  clouds  expire, 
.\  mightiei  I 'ni\  erse  t<  1  see- 
In  Jesus'  Personality 
Then  shall  llis  servants  here  on  earth, 
Rejoicing  in  their  hea\  enly  birth, 


290  FLY    JO    THE  ARK. 

By  Grace  Divine,  in  God's  own  worth, 

Such  glory  see. 
Through  grace  descending  from  above, 
In  all  the  Eternity  of  Love, 
From  sin  and  death  such  Liberty, 

Inhabiting  Eternity  ! 


THE  HEAVEN  OF  GRATITUDE  DIVINE.     291 


THE  HEAVEN   OF  GRATITUDE  DIVINE. 

(  ^  H  !  Gratitude  is  so  divine! 

It  makes  the  Eternal  Godhead  shine 
By  rays  created  from  above, 
Returned  in  Everlasting  Love. 

Located  thus,  that  we  might  know, 
Before  we  unto  glory  go, 
Divine  Experience  here  below, 
Through  endless  life  in  Heaven  to  show. 

How  far  beyond  the  creature's  praise 
God's  pardoning  of  our  wayward  ways! 
Filled  with  the  joy  of  Life  Divine, 

In  God's  own  likeness  so  to  shine, 

That  all  created  worlds  may  gaze. 
And  with  ecstatic  anthems  raise 
The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
Tin    worship  of  the  Great   I   AM. 

By  countless  millions  thus  adored, 

Tluir  Loving,  Dying,  Rising  Lord! 

(  I  <  rrateful  1  ,ove,  and  Bliss  1  )ivinc  ! 

1 .' »rd,  make  it  thus  forever  mine, 
Theme  of  Archangel's  Reasoning  pow< 
Lord,  make  it  thus  fore>  er  ours  ! 


292      HIDE  ME,   O  M)'  SAVIOUR!    HIDE. 


HIDE  ME,  O  MY  SAVIOUR!  HIDE. 

T  N  Thyself  my  spirit  hide, 

From  myself  deliver  me  ; 
From  self-righteousness  and  pride, 
Wholly  consecrate  to  Thee. 

Dead  to  sin,  alive  to  God, 

Through  the  Power  of  Love  supreme, 
By  the  grace  of  Christ  my  Lord, 

By  the  Law  of  Life  in  Him. 

From  the  Law  of  Death  set  free, 

Thus  forever  to  abide, 
Knowing  that  He  died  for  me, 

Proud  of  iK 'tiling  else  beside. 

Oh  to  be  thus  baptized  with  Love, 

Oh  to  be  abs  >rbed  in  God, 
Through  Eternity  to  prove 

All  the  fulness  of  His  Word. 

Through  Eternity  to  show 
I  li-  dear  Love  to  all  I  meet ; 

Making  heaven  and  earth  to  know 
I  l.»\\   he  brought  me  to  I  lis  feet  ! 


HIDE  ME,    O  MY  SAVIOUR!    HIDE.       293 

Songs  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 

Endless  praises  to  repeat, 
How  the  knowledge  of  His  name 

Brought  me  to  the  Mercy-seat. 

Taught  atoning  blood  to  plead, 
And  its  cleansing  power  to  find, 

Through  the  righteousness  of  God, 
Dropped  upon  the  guilty  mind, 

Wrought  by  the  Eternal  Word, 

In  the  robe  of  glory  drest, 
Spotless  at  the  throne  of  God, 

In  His  likeness  there  confest. 

Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide  ; 

From  myself  deliver  me, 
In  thy  mercy  to  abide, 

Loved  through  all  Eternity. 

Dwelling  in  the  Secret  Place 

Of  the  Lord  of  glory,  where, 
Heaven's  Redemption  shall  be  known 

From  the  Prison  of  Despair ! 


2^0H   THAT  I    WERE  AM  ANGEL  FAIR! 


OH    THAT    I    WERE   AN    ANGEL   FAIR! 

f  ^  H  that  I  were  an  angel  fair 

As  all  this  lovely  scene, 
My  heart  as  gay,  to  weep  or  pray, 

And  nothing  ill  between  ! 
Oh  would  I  were  as  those  bright  clouds, 

All  garmented  to  raise, 
From  sunrise  to  its  setting  light, 

Their  unseen  Maker's  praise  ! 

Might  but  my  natural  thoughts  express, 

As  modest  daisies  hide, 
The  joy  of  Nature's  loveliness, 

Without  one  thought  of  pride! 
In  words  illumined  as  the  air, 

Arraying  earth  with  Heaven, 
Unwearied  flames  of  faith  and  prayer, 

And  colors  wreathed  in  banners  where 
No  thought  need  be  forgiven  ; 

As  when  the  stars  together  sang, 
And  mightiest  melodies  outrang 

Their  wondrous  birth  in  heaven. 

The  chariots  of  a  new-made  world 

On  wings  and  wheels  of  rainbows  whirled, 


OH    THAT  I   WERE  AN  ANGEL   FAIR / 2g$ 

By  angel  heralds  driven, 

With  sparkling  dewdrops  that  declare, 
And  hues  of  rosy  dawn, 

And  Messianic  prophets  fair, 
The  day-break  of  the  Morn  ! 

O  Life,  how  blest  !     And  every  guest, 
Though  once  from  Eden  driven, 

Returning  to  that  sacred  rest 
Spotless  in  Christ's  own  heaven! 


296    BROOK  MELODIES,    GOD'S  MERCIES, 


BROOK  MELODIES,  GOD'S  MERCIES! 

THE  music  of  this  running  brook 
Is  God's  dear  melody  to  me, 
For,  'midst  the  howl  of  Winter  winds, 

It  says,  Another  Spring  you'll  see  ; 
Though  now  by  icy  fetters  chained, 

It  sings  of  Paradise  regained, 
And  Summer's  loving  minstrelsy, 

With  brief,  prelusive  pause  restrained ! 

Sure  as  bright  clouds  sweet  drops  contain, 

Sure  as  the  rainbows  bind  the  flood, 
God  never  made  the  brooks  in  vain. 

The  brooks  are  promises  of  God; 
And  ever,  in  their  babbling  ways, 

To  the  dear  heart  of  childhood  plain, 
May  teach  the  sweetest  hymns  of  praise, 

Where  sunset  dews  are  Love's  refrain. 

Would  God  that  every  time  I  see 
A  star  in  Evening's  cloudless  sky; 

Would  God  that  every  time  1  hear 
The  fragrant  breezes  whispering  by, — 

Mine  unbelieving  soul  might  learn 
His  loving  presence  to  discern  ! 


BROOK   MELODIES,    GOD'S  MERCIES.  297 

Though  Winter  whirlwinds  rage  and  die, 

The  gurgling  rills  go  dancing  by, 
And  heavenly  breezes  whispering  nigh, 

Where  darkness  is  but  Love's  refrain, 
And  rainbows  every  storm  defy. 


!<)8       ETERNITY  IS  HEAVEN  FOR   ME. 


ETERNITY  IS  HEAVEN  FOR  ME, 
WHILE  I  THE  CROSS  OF  JESUS  SEE! 

f\  LORD,  within  my  heart  appear, 

Bewildered  now  with  doubt  and  fear, 
And  let  thy  mercy  still  prevail 
Where  else  my  trembling  faith  would  fail! 
O  let  that  mercy  comfort  me, 
And  from  guilt's  terror  set  me  free; 
Guide  my  despairing  soul  about, 
And  drive  each  faithless  anguish  out. 
Save,  Lord  !  1  perish  !  is  my  cry 
As  on  the  lake  Thou  passest  by  ; 
There  let  me  hear  Thy  welcome  shout, 
Oh  thou  of  little   faith,  why  doubt? 
Dear  Lord,  my  trembling  faith  increase, 
And  in  my  heart  there  shall  be  Peace, 
The  raging  tempest   I  deride. 
And  in  my  Saviour's  bosom  hide. 
How  can  1  fail  to  be  supplied 
With  all  that's  needful  for  my  guide, 
Till  Heaven,  within  my  heart  renewed, 
Shall  show  the  faith  by  Christ  pursued. 
And  mine  Eternal  gratitude! 


rO&S  LOVE  IX  THE  SPIRIT  OF  PRA  YER.  299 


THE    GIFT    OF    GOD'S    LOVE    IN    THE 
SPIRIT    OF    PRAYER. 

f"*)H  the  gift  of  God's  grace  in  the  Spirit  of 
Prayer — 

What  boundless  salvation  encompasses  there 

The  soul  that  is  winged  with  the  Faith  of  the 
Lord, 

To  fly  with  the  strength  of  the  oath  of  His  Word, 

From  the  Temple  of  Praise,  where  the  Promise  is 
heard, 

And  the  crown  of  God's  Mercy  on  Sinners  con- 
ferred. 

God's  Mercy-seat  !     His  blessing  there 

Saves  the  lost  Sinner  from  Despair  ! 

God's  Mercy-seat!     And  there  arc  waiting 

His  cherubim  on  Wings  of  Light 
To  carry  to  His  glorious  throne 
The  supplications  there  made  known, 
For  intercession  by  His  Son  ; 

The  Holy  Spirit's  breathings  shown 

Even  in  the  guiltiest  Soul's  confession  ; 
The  1)' >pe  of  mercy  shed  abroad, 

The  fust  dear  faith  in  man's  possession. 


300  GOD' S  LOVE  IX  THE  SPIRIT  OF  J'RAYER. 

The  Mercy-seat,  the  Court  of  Love, 
Where  Angels  wait  to  bear  above 
The  Sinner's  penitential  plea, 
O  God,  have  mercy  upon  me  ; 

And  work  the  Faith  that  can  receive, 

Even  at  the  Cross,  the  dying  prayer. 
The  guilt  of  all  my  life  forgive, 
And  in  Christ's  mercy  let  me  live  ! 

The  Mercy-seat,  O  power  of  Prayer 

To  save  the  dying  sinner  there 

From  Guilt's  Remorse  and  Hell's  Despair! 

God's  Mercy-seat  in  Jesus'  name 
Doth  His  Omnipotence  proclaim, 
Despite  our  unbelief  and  shame, 
..    The  promise  of  His  conquering  blood, 
To  bring  remission  from  our  God, 
And  carry  through  all  worlds  abroad 
The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
The  Glory  of  the  Great  I  AM. 

The  Mercy-seat  !     God's  Mercy-seat ! 
God's  love  in  Christ  o'er  all  supreme, 
Heaven's  Everlasting  Theme, 
And  Time's  foretold,  believing  dream, 
Of  Faith's  Divine,  forgiving  scheme. 


THE   SOUL'S  ADIEU    TO    TIME  30 1 


THE    SOUL'S   ADIEU    TO   TIME. 

PI  ME,  that  hath  brought  us  thus  far  on  our  way, 
In  bidding  us  Good-bye  asks,  as  a  friend, 

May  God  be  with  you  to  your  journey's  end ! 
Always  at  parting  teaching  us  to  pray, 

Be  with  us,  Lord,  and  give  us  grace  to  mend 
What  paths  or  footsteps  we  have  gone  astray, 

And  with  us  henceforth  all  our  steps  attend, 
That  we  may  speak  A-Dieu  to  every  day, 
And  give  to  God  our  heart  and  life  alway. 

But  who  to  parting  Time  farewell  can  say, 

If,  ever  careless  of  the  Soul's  welfare, 
We   have     not    watched    and    kept  account    in 
prayer, 
As  punctual  as  the  dawn  and  sunset  ray, 
To  Write  for  God  the  ledger  of  each  daw 
Fpr  thus,  in  uaal  or  woe,  from  thrift  or  w.htc, 
We  execute  a  mortage  on  tin-  past  ; 

Farewell  or  ill  is  tallied  with  our  time  ! 

Alas  !  we  bind  him  as  our  foe,  w  ith  1  rime, 
llis  treasure-  for  our  guilty  pleasures  lendii 
As  if  we  had  Eternit}  for  spendii 


302  THE  SOWS  ADIEU   TO    TIME. 

And  what  we  make  of  him  he  makes  for  us  ; 

A  flame  of  fire,  an  angel,  or  a  friend, — 
An  offered  friend  betrayed !     What  can  be  worse 
Than  what  was  given  for  blessing  turned  to  curse? 
Saviour  Divine  !  be  with  us  and  prevent 
Th'  abuse  of  graces  for  our  glory  meant ; 
Careless    or  prayerful,   months  and    years   make 

haste, 
Since  God  that  gives  requireth  all  the  past, 
And  added  moments  sum  the  account  at  last. 

But   thou,  dear   friend,  hast   learned    a   brighter 
strain, — 

The  song  of  faith  and  penitential  praise, 

Taught  by  the  discipline  of  prayerful  days  : 
The  farewell  hours,  that  never  come  again, 
Yet  live  forever  in  the  glad  refrain 

Of  that  sweet  story  told,  Behold,  he  prays  ! 

By  Love  Divine,  to  Wisdom's  pleasant  ways, 
The  wandering   sheep  brought    back  to   Christ's 

dear  fold, 
With  all  the  lost  ones  in  His  book  enrolled  : 
There  may  the  record  of  our  names  be  found, 
With  Eve's  and  Adam's  in  Emmanuel's  ground. 


CHRIST'S   BLOOD    UPON    THE    TENTS.  303 


CHRIST'S   BLOOD   UPON   THE   HEBREW 
TENTS. 

A     LIVING  Temple  thus 

In  every  tent  was  found, 
The  dwelling-place  of  God's  own  love, 

Where  angels  watched  around. 
The  cleansing  Blood  that  saves 
Was  on  each  threshold  seen  ; 
That  Death's  dark  angel  might  pass  by 
The  family  within. 

And  children  to  their  sons, 

Believers  in  the  Lord, 
Should  to  their  latest  race  secure 

The  promise  of  His  Word  ! 
O  Type  of  Love  Divine  ! 

God's  mercy  for  the  lost ! 
Eternity  alone  can  prove 

At  what  a  boundless  cost  ! 

O  bliss  beyond  all  thought  ! 

The  Paschal  Lamb  thus  slain 
To  intercede  for  us,  that  we 

Might  never  plead  in  vain  ! 
The  Son  of  God  in  I  leaven 

Repeats  <>ui  childhood's  prayers, 
That,  by  the  Father's  Grace,  we  all 

Might  In-  with   1  Inn  (  0  III  IRS  ! 


504    SEEK  HIS  MERCY   WHILE   YOU  MAY. 


SEEK  HIS  MERCY  WHILE  YOU  MAY. 

/^H,  to  some  lost  Soul  to  say, 

Spirit,  seek  thy  God  to-day ! 
In  the  name  of  Jesus  pray, 
Seek  His  mercy  while  you  may! 
Till  you  seek  and  find  His  love, 
Every  blessing  thrown  away, 
Darkening  your  horizon  round, 
Till  in  Jesus  you  are  found. 
Now  begin  the  work  of  Love 
Offered  to  you  from  above, 
From  the  Cross  upon  you  thrown — 
The  Cross  itself  a  living  Crown  ; 
Love,  that  you  may  make  your  own 
To  eternal  ages  known, 
Simply  by  the  rude  beginner, 
Jesus  died  for  me,  a  sinner! 
If  for  me,  as  well  lor  you  ! 
Take  the  song  and  make  it  true  ; 
Then  prove  it  in  another's  Soul, 
Thee  the  Saviour  maketh  whole! 
By  the  melody  of  grace, 
By  the  power  of  endless  praise, 
By  the  example  of  your  faith, 
Though  it  were  your  dying  breath, — 
You,  the  dying,  rude  beginner, 
Jesus  died  for  me,  a  sinner! 


KING  OF  NATIONS,  KING  OF  SAINTS.    305 


KING  OF  NATIONS,  KING  OF  SAINTS. 

DEHOLD,    all  ye   peoples,    the    King   in    His 
beaut)' ; 
Arise    from   your    madness,    your    fever,    your 
gloom  ! 
Pour  forth,  in  the  name  of  the  Saviour  of  Sinners, 
The   song  of  all   nations    raised    up   from    the 
tomb  ! 
All   kingdoms   shall   praise   Him,  all   races  adore 
Him, 
From  the  Sun's  morning  throne  to  his  seat  in 
the  West  ; — 
The  incense  of  Prayer  never  failing  before  Him, 

The  songs  of  Eternity  calling  Him  blest. 
Forever  and  ever  all  souls  shall  adore  Him  ; 
Forever  and  ever  the  Crown  shall  remain, 
By  all  the  Redeemed,  with  divine  adoration, 
Laid   on   the  dear   head   of  the   Lamb  that  was 
slain. 

The  poor  and    the    need)-,  delivered,  shall    love 
Him  ; 
The  Righteous  shall  flourish,  like  Palms  oi  the 
earth  ; 

With  riches  and  peace,  as  an  ocean,  all  nations, 


306  KING  OF  NATIONS,  KING  OF  SAINTS. 

Shall   bring   to   His  worship  their  treasures  of 
worth. 
The  handful  of  corn  shall  shake  as  the  mountains, 
Where  forests  of  cedar  by  tempests  are  stirred, 
A  blessing  shall  rest  on  the  rivers  and  fountains, 
And  the  deserts  shall  bloom  as  the  flowers  of 
the  Lord. 
O  Joy  of  the  World,  the  Desire  of  all  Nations ! 

Appear  on  Thy  throne  as  the  Ancient  of  Days  ! 
Come   now    in    Thy  Love   to  the    Soul's  Living 
Temple, 
The  Lord  of  all  Majesty,  Glory,  and  Praise ! 


OUR   SUN-DIAL   FOR  ETERNITY.  30; 


OUR    SUX-DIAL    FOR    ETERNITY. 


T 


HE  lines  that  on  our  Dial  move 
Are  drawn  by  Jesus'  dying  Love; 
The  dawn,  the  noon,  the  evening  hour, 
But  mark  the  progress  of  His  power 
Whose  Love  doth  cause  our  days  to  be 
Bright  portals  of  eternity, 
Through  which  our  guardian  angels  wave 
Their  signal  banners  at  the  grave. 

Teach  me,  with  meek,  submissive  mind, 
And  will  to  Thy  dear  will  resigned, 
The  sorrows  of  my  Lord  to  share, 
The  yoke  of  His  dear  Love  to  wear, 
By  Faith  encouraged  to  repeat 
His  pleadings  at  the  mercy-seat; 
Help  me  to  know  the  Promise  mine, 
And  so  fulfil  His  blest  design. 

0  God  of  mercy  !  meet  me  there, 
Dispel  the  darkness  of  Despair! 
Though  chief  of  sinner-,  may  I  inert 
My  Saviour  at  the  mercy-seat  ! 

1  .<t  my  soul  tin-  pardon 

Writ  in  ( 'hrist's  own  blood  for  me ' 
Show  Thy  reconciling  grace 
J  n  my  Savioui '■>  l<  >\  1 


;o8      GOD'S   SERMON  FROM    THE  LILIES. 


GOD'S    SERMON    FROM   THE    LILIES. 

P)EAR  Lord  !  the  lilies  of  the  field 

Might  cure  mine  unbelief, 
But  Nature's  law  without  Thy  Love 

Turns  everything  to  grief. 
Thy  gracious  meaning  let  me  learn 

From  sunshine,  clouds,  and  rain, 
And  from  the  hours  that  bring  the  stern 

Vicissitudes  of  pain. 

For  Thou  must  give  the  eye  that  sees, 

The  meek,  attentive  mind, 
The  watchfulness  of  gratitude, 

Or  all  within  is  blind. 
A  patient  waiting  on  Thy  Love 

Doth  every  mercy  ask, 
And  sweet  submissions  to  work  out 

Love's  disciplining  task. 

Oh  let  Thy  grace  within  my  soul 

In  heavenly  beauty  shine, 
And  make,  by  Love's  supreme  control, 

My  being  wholly  Thine  ! 


LOVE'S  MORNING  AND  EVENING  STAR.  309 


LOVE'S  MORNING  AND  EVENING  STAR. 

/^\H,  Love  is  as  the  Star  of  Morn, 
The  rosy  radiance  of  the  dawn, 

New- risen  upon  the  soul  ; 
And  Love  is  as  the  Evening  Star, 
Softly  stealing  from  afar 

The  twilight's  sweet  control. 

More  lovely  in  its  modest  ray 
Than  all  the  brilliance  of  the  day, 

The  Star  that  leads  us  on  ; — 
The  Evening  Star,  that  through  the  night 
Proclaims,  with  sweet  prophetic  light, 

The  Resurrection  Morn. 

O  Day  of  Glory!   may  thy  ray 
My  life  illume  each  rising  day, 

And  every  midnight  hour, 
And  scatter  from  the  opening  tomb 
The  midnight  shroud  of  doubt  and  gloom, 

Of  sin  and  death  the  power; 

Till  He  who  is  our  Life  appears 
In  majesty  of  endless  years, 

( )i  Faith  and  1  [ope  the  prize  ; 
And  in  1 1  is  likeness  we  assume 
Our  thrones,  transported  from  the  tomb, 

Triumphant  in  the  skies. 


310  OH  FOR    THY  LIKENESS,   LORD! 


OH    FOR   THY   LIKENESS,    LORD! 

ORD,  could  we  but  reveal  Thy  glory, 
Ourselves  from  sin  and  folly  free, 
And  in  the  doubtful  lanes  of  life 

Remind  each  wanderer  of  Thee  ; 
This  were  a  Heaven  on  Earth  to  be 
So  filled  with  light  and  life  divine, 
That  men  would  crowd  in  haste  to  see 
Such  bright  incarnate  glory  shine  ! 

Like  Thee  on  earth,  and  so  in  Heaven, 

Because  we  see  Thee  as  Thou  art, 
Our  pardons  sealed,  our  sins  forgiven, 

And  Christ's  dear  image  in  our  heart: 
The  light  of  Love  and  Life  Divine 

All  shining  through  our  bliss, 
Could  all  the  blest  in  Heaven  design 

Or  dream  more  godlike  joy  than  this? 

Oh  to  be  like  Thee  as  Thou  art, 

On  earth  from  human  folly  free, 
A.S  thine  Ambassador  to  teach 

Of  holiness  the  mystery; 
Calling  the  dead  in  sin  to  rise, 

And  find  eternal  1  .ife  in  Thee. 
What  else  were  this  but  Paradise, 

Inhabiting  Eternity ! 


, 


THE  DEWS   OF  CHRIST'S    YOUTH.      31 1 


THE    DEWS    OF   CHRIST'S   YOUTH. 

LT  APPY  for  you,  in  Life's  young  fairy  morning, 
To  have  received,  through  Love's  maternal 
warning, 
The  blessed  heirship  of  your  promised  Home, 
With  holy  teachings  of  that  heaven  to  come, 
And  visions  of  the  Angel-trodden  stairs, 
With  Jacob's  pilgrimage  and  wrestling  prayers ; 
And  many  a  shield  from  sin's  attractive  snares, 
By  earliest  hymns  deep  planted  in  the  heart ; — 
Divine  fruition  of  God's  promise,  bearing 
Such  endless  joys  of  gratitude  and  glory, 
Increasing  through  eternities  of  years  ! 

The  Cross,  the  Crown,  your  infinite  delight; 
In  memory  of  your  Saviour's  endless  story, 
The  morning's  radiance,  and  the  sunset  bright, 
Each  evening's  starry  maze  of  splendors  showing 
The  glorious  mansions  of  the  Saints  in  Light  ' 

For,  in  Cod's  wondrous  mercy,  even  so 
Our  peaceful  nightly  slumbering  visions  show- 
To  what  bright  realms  in  yondei  heaven  we 
Bj   Love  protected  from  tin-  world  of  woe! 

Ye  dearest  little  ones,  conn-  .il!  to  Mo, 
For  1  your  endless  happiness  shall  be, 
In  every  world  where  you   \I >  gl<  >i  \ 
Beai in;;  My  likeness  throu  [h    t<  rnity  I 


312      LET  NO   MAX    TAKE    THY   CROWN. 


LET    NO    MAN    TAKE   THY   CROWN. 

pMPLOYED  for  God— 'tis  all  I  want 

For  life  and  bliss  forever ! 
Give  but  the  grace  for  this  sweet  work, 
And  strength  for  the  endeavor  ! 

Give  but  the  heart  all  filled  with  Love, 
The  Love  of  Christ  impelling, 

And  I  of  blessedness  am  sure, 
Wherever  be  my  dwelling. 

If  I  have  learned  to  make  Thy  work, 

O  God  !  my  daily  treasure, 
'Tis  better  than  ten  thousand  realms 

Of  boundless  power  and  pleasure. 

And  when  I  find  Thy  holy  will 
Supreme  through  all  my  nature, 

I  know  it  is  the  gracious  work 
Of  my  Divine  Creator. 

O  happy  soul  whom  Christ's  own  grace 
In  God's  dear  i<>ve  is  keeping! 

O  happy  whom  the  years'  increase 
To  I  li^  abode  is  sweeping  ! 

May  all  mankind  possess  th'  estate 
And  take  the  crown  of  winners: 


LET  NO   MAX    TAKE    THY   CROWN.       313 

Let  me  but  hear  the  welcome  word, 
Here  comes  the  chief  of  sinners. 

I'd  rather  at  the  eleventh  hour 

Teach  one  of  Christ's  Hosannas, 
Than  keep  the  array,  or  hold  the  power 

Of  armed  hosts  with  banners. 

Give  but  commission  from  my  Lord 

To  call  one  soul  to  glory, 
I'd  gladly  run  a  million  years 

To  tell  Redemption's  Story. 

If  but  the  longing  Thou  implant, 

And  zeal  for  such  endeavor, 
Lord,  this  shall  be  my  cup  of  bliss, 

Forever  and  forever  ! 

Through  worlds  below  and  realms  above 

I'll  tell,  forgotten  never, 
The  story  of  my  Saviour's  love 

Forever  and  forever  ! 


314  THE  JOY   OF   REAPERS. 


THE    JOY    OF    REAPERS,   AT   THE 
HARVEST    HOME. 

r^\EAR  Lord,  I  cry  for  mercy; 

Oh  let  my  prayer  be  heard ; 
Make  me  a  faithful  messenger 

Of  Thy  most  Blessed  Word  ! 
Might  I  but  bring  one  sinner 

To  learn  Salvation's  Way, 
And  thus  become  the  Guide  of  some, 

Long  gone  from  Thee  astray, — 
Then  at  the  primal  Harvest  Home 

My  joy  would  be  so  great 
That  it  would  take  Eternity 

The  wonder  to  relate. 
Oh  thus  to  be  employed  for  God, 

His  mercy  to  proclaim, 
And  tell  to  all  the  lost  on  earth 

The  glory  of  Thy  name  ! 
A  brighter  crown  no  soul  could  wear, 

The  gift  of  Thy  dear  Love, 
Than  such  Redeeming  grace  to  share 

With  all  thy  Saints  above. 
Oh  Heaven  will  be  God's  universe, 

Such  glorious  hosts  to  see, 
And  countless  seraphim  disclosed, 

Of  those  that  worshipped  Thee  ! 


CONSECRATION   TO   CHRIST.  315 


CONSECRATION  TO   CHRIST. 

"TV/T  ERCY,  mercy,  Lord,  tor  me! 
Oh  let  mine  Thy  service  be, 
Now  and  through  Eternity, 
By  constraining  love  a  free 
Consecration  unto  Thee. 
Mercy,  Lord,  is  all  my  hope, 
Thy  wondrous  love  to  take  me  up, 
Redeemed  from  guilt  and  hell's  despair, 
Resting  on  my  Saviour's  prayer. 
Thy  dear  mercy  unto  me, 
Though  I  the  chief  of  sinners  be, 
Infinitude  of  Love  profound  ! 
Boundless  and  amazing  grace  ! 
Kept  for  the  vision  of  Thy  Face, 
In  my  Redeemer's  righteousness! 
At  Thy  feet,  O  Lord,  I  fall, 
For  Thou  art  my  all  in  all  ; 
And  in  me  this  Life  Divine 
Shall  show  the  world  that  1  am  Thine, 
While  1  hear  Thy  mercy  say, 
Strength  shall  Ik-  equal  to  thy  day, 
Faith  given  thee  so  to  praise  and  pray; 
1  IK  glory  thy  divine  array  ; 
1 1 1    Word  the  1  [oly  Spirit's  guide. 
Within  thy  heart  and  by  thy  side, 


316  CONSECRATION    TO   CHRIST. 

To  keep  thee  on  thy  Pilgrim  Way; 

The  Shepherd's  Crook  and  Staff  divining, 

And  His  grace  thy  soul  refining, 

That  thou  mayst  His  love  obey; 

And  His  blessed  Words  discerning, 

Starry  orbs  forever  burning, 

With  thee,  for  thee,  day  and  night, 

Never  more  to  walk  in  darkness, 

But  with  Jesus  in  the  light, 

Heaven  before  thy  raptured  sight ! 


IN  GOD  OUR  REST.  317 


IN  GOD  OUR  REST. 

r\  LORD,  My  God  !  in  Thee  I  rest, 

My  doubt  and  darkness  gone, 
And  in  Thy  Love,  forever  blest, 

My  soul  shall  travel  on ! 
No  more  shall  guilty  unbelief 

Intrude  within  my  heart : 
No  more  this  hopeless,  withering  grief 

My  soul  from  Jesus  part ! 

He  ever  lives,  my  Light,  my  Love, 

Who  died  and  rose  for  me  ; 
And  now,  His  grace,  all  joy  above, 

I  just  begin  to  see ! 

My  Lord  and  God,  my  Life,  my  Light, 

My  Saviour,  all  Divine  ! 
How  dear,  how  infinitely  bright 

Thy  wondrous  glories  shine  ! 
J  see  Thee  risen  from  the  grave, 

Thy  Face  Divine  I 
None  bu1  Almighty  Grace  could  save 
A  sinnei  i  u<  h  as  me  ! 

Thus  I  before  the  Throne  of  ( rod 

I I  is  likeness  shall  retain, 


3  1 8  AV  GOD   OUR   REST. 


And  faultless  through  the  atoning  blood 

Forever  thus  remain  ; 
No  more  to  leave  my  God,  my  Heaven7 

But  thus  forever  shine, 
The  chief  of  sinners,  so  forgiven, 

And  God  forever  mine  ! 


IN  DEATH  REMEMBER   ME.  319 


IX  DEATH  REMEMBER  ME. 

HPHOU  only  refuge  of  my  soul, 

0  Son  of  God  Most  High, 
My  heart* is  overwhelmed  with  grief, 

But  unto  Thee  I  cry  ; 
For  Thou  wilt  hear  my  fervent  vows, 

Xor  leave  my  soul  to  shame, 
But  give  the  heritage  to  those 

Who  love  and  plead  Thy  name. 

So  when  my  soul  is  overwhelmed, 

To  Thee  for  grace  I  cry, 
That  though  in  present  darkness  still 

Thy  foes  I  may  defy. 
Thou  wilt  support  my  trembling  faith 

Till  I  Thy  glory  see, 
And  save  the  soul  from  endless  death 

That  trusts  alone  in  Thee. 

()  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain, 
And  therefore  slain  for  me, 

Thy  blood  can  so  remove  my  guilt 
That  none  .1  stain  shall  see, 

Nor  spot  n<>r  wrinkle  on  the  robe 
That  ( 'hi ist  throws  o> er  me! 


320  MY  SOUL    BELONGS    TO    THEE. 


MY  SOUL  BELONGS  TO  THEE. 

^IIY  mercy  is  above  the  heavens, 
Above  the  clouds  Thy  truth  ; 
And  Thou  wilt  give  the  soul  that  prays 

The  sweet  dew  of  Thy  youth'. 
Be  merciful  to  me,  O  God  ! 

My  soul  in  Thee  doth  trust. 
Beneath  the  shelter  of  Thy  wings 

I'll  never  fear  the  worst. 

For  Thou  hast  given  to  me  the  best, 

Thy  name  to  sing  and  praise, 
And  in  Thy  Love  forever  rest, 

To  serve  Thee  all  my  days. 
My  Saviour  from  the  sins  of  youth, 

To  Thee  my  soul  doth  fly 
For  refuge  from  the  death  of  sin, 

Through  all  eternity. 
And  so  in  life  and  death,  in  Thee, 

On  earth,  in  heaven  most  high. 
My  sweetest  joy  shall  be 

Thy  name  to  glorify. 

O  joy  of  Heaven  !    What  grace,  what  Love, 

That  I  should  see  its  light  ! 
Though  once  a  madman,  travelling  swift 

To  everlasting  night ! 


MY  SOUL   BELONGS   TO    THEE.         321 

Lord  Jesus,  keep  me  while  I  live, 

No  more  from  Thee  to  stray, 
But  dwell  forever  in  Thy  Light, 

Mine  everlasting  day. 
Thy  righteousness  my  heavenly  robe, 

Thy  Life,  Thy  Truth,  Thy  Way, 
The  glory  of  Thy  holiness, 

My  soul's  divine  array. 


332  THE  SPIRIT  OF  PRAYER. 


THE  SPIRIT  OF  PRAYER,  OUR  EARNEST 
OF  HEAVEN. 

f^\   THE   Spirit   of  Prayer,  the  sweet  Spirit  of 
Prayer ! 
'Tis   the    key   that    unlocks    the    Kingdom    of 
Heaven, 
To  the  faith  of  each  penitent  prodigal  given, 
The  clear  shining  seal  of  his  pardon  revealing, 
And  Paradise  angels  to  welcome  him  there. 

o 

0  the  Spirit  of  Prayer,  the  sweet  Spirit  of  Prayer! 
Precious  gift  of  the  Comforter,  Christ  interced- 
ing; 
His  love  at  the  Mercy-Seat  promised  to  all; 

With  His  own  dying  words  for  the  sinner  still 
pleading, 
Dispelling  the  tempest  of  sin  and  despair. 

O  the  Spirit  of  Prayer,  the  sweet  Spirit  of  Prayer! 

How    it    lifts   up  the   soul,   at   the    Mercy-Seat 
kneeling, 
In  the  hour  of  temptation  and  trouble  and  care, 

The  infinite  Love  of  the  Saviour  revealing, 
The  gift  of  God's  Mercy-Seat,  Ji  SUS  is  there! 

The  wings  of  His  cherubim  over  thee  hover, 

And   the   boundless   compassion    of    Jesus   dis- 
cover ; 


THE   SPIRIT  OF  PRAYER.  323 

And  the  clouds  and  the  darkness  are  fled   from 

thy  soul, 
Through    faith    in    the    name    of   thy    merciful 

Saviour, 
Whose  rainbows  of  glory  are  making  thee  whole. 

Tis  the  lesson  of  Faith,  the  sweet  Spirit  of  Prayer  ! 

The  wings  of  God's  Seraphim  cover  thee  kneel- 
ing. 
'Tis  the  voice  of  God's  Covenant,  Never  Despair, 

The  bliss  of  His  own  lovingkindness  revealing, 
And  the  plea  of  thy  Saviour  OMNIPOTENT  THERE. 

O  the  Spirit  of  Prayer!     'Tis  the  voice  of  God's 
Son, 
The  Gift  for  the  sou)  in  Gethsemane  won  ; 
In  His  own  blissful  likeness  forever  to  rest  : 

And    the   whispers   of  angels   around   thee   are 

stealing, 
Heaven's  accents  of  gratitude  softly  revealing 
From  earth  wafted  up  to  the  HOME  OF  HIE  Hi  I  SI . 

Where  the  guardian  angels  each  other  are  greeting, 
Foreseen,    all    the  joys  of  the   Harvest-Home 
Meeting, 
Assurance  of  Faith  in  God's  promised  salvation 
F01    all  who   believed  in  Christ's  dying  com- 
passion, 
\Vn  \  I  Come  in  My  Kingdom,  them   rHOi 

SHAl  I    BE   l  Hi  RE." 


324  CHILDHOOD'S  MORNING. 


CHILDHOOD'S    MORNING,  CHRIST'S 
ADORNING. 

A  AT  HO  would  not  always  be  at  school 

Where  Love  Divine  is  still  the  Rule  ? 
The  leaves  of  Love  are  children's  play, 
As  flowers  are  Nature's  Holy  Day. 
Oh  sweetness  of  the  Morning  Hour ! 
Were  life  all  moulded  by  its  Power, 
We  folded  in  the  dawn  should  be, 
Nor  wish  for  wings  away  to  flee  ! 

Touched  with  such  Light,  by  Grace  Divine, 
What  miniatures  of  glory  shine! 
The  playmates  of  each  village  green, 
Angelic  youths  of  Heaven  foreseen  : 
Such  children  would  we  be  forever  ! 
From  the  Lord's  fold  to  wander,  never! 
Content  in  childhood's  Morn  to  stay, 
New  lessons  learning  every  day  ! 

But  every  day  Christ's  Loving  Rule 
Hastens  our  progress  from  the  school: 
Always  the  dace  of  our  Lord's  Love 
Preparing  for  oui  last  remove  ! 
And  when  we  to  that  World  repair, 
The  Home  <^f  all  that's  bright  and  fair, 


CHILDHOOD'S  MORNING.  3^5 

The  angels  to  our  graves  may  come, 
And  plant  God's  lilies  round  the  tomb! 

Then  at  the  Resurrection  Morn, 
In  the  bright  opening  of  the  Dawn, 
The  fragrance  of  the  sod  may  show, 
Where  flowers  for  transportation  grow ; 
And  in  the  Holy  City's  street, 
The  song  of  Love  will  we  repeat  ; 
The  earliest  taught  in  Jesus'  name, 
The  Song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  I 


326    CHRJS1  5   PREACHER  IN  DECAPOLIS. 


CHRIST'S    PREACHER    IN     DECAPOLIS. 

(~^\   SWEETER   than    Music's  ecstatic  enchant- 
ment, 

Oh  dear  as  the  sun  to  one  blind  from  his  birth, 
The  Light  of  the  Lord's  new-creating  compassion, 

The  voice  of  a  Saviour  forgiving  on  earth  ! 
Sitting  low  at  the  feet  of  his  Merciful  Healer, 

Extinguished  insanity's  fire  in  the  soul, 
In  calmness  of  reason,  with  loving  emotion, 

Who  knoweth  the  joy  of  the  sinner  made  whole  ! 

Oh  could  he  but  stay  with  his  Saviour  forever  ! 

No  more  of  sin's  ravaging  demons  afraid, 
But  rest  in  the  light  of  His  smile,  as  the  angels, 

And  never  more  wander  again  with  the  dead  ! 
But  higher  than  Heaven  the  glory  baptizing 

A  sinner  forgiven   to  work  for  his  Lord, 
And  carr)'  the  tidings,  through  danger  and  ruin, 

For  others  to  trust  in  His  life-giving  Word  ! 

The  song  of  the  healing  shall  echo  before  thee, 

The  sound  of  the  King  in  His  love  passing  by; 
No  more  shall  men  perish  before  the  Destroyer, 

Nor  the  wounded  lie  down  in  the  desert  to  die! 


CHRIST'S  PREACHER  IN  DECAPOLIS.    327 

Now,  freed  from  the  bondage  of  hell  and  destruc- 
tion, 

Fly  forth  to  the  comfort  of  all  in  distress  ; 
And  tell,  for  the  rescue  of  lost  dying  sinners, 

His  all-healing  mercy  and  pardoning  grace  ! 

By  the  light  of  the  face  of  the  Lord  of  such  glory, 
With  the  flames  of  his  love  kindled  up   in   thy 
heart, 

Go,  tell  in  Decapolis  Jesus'  sweet  story, 

Fly  swiftly  the  Life  of  such  Love  to  impart  ! 


328  ALIVE    TO   GOD   ETERNALLY, 


ALIVE  TO  GOD  ETERNALLY. 

(~\   FOR  the  reign  of  Heavenly  Peace! 
Lord,  bid  my  angry  passions  cease. 
Speak  to  the  tempest,  and  control 
The  strife  of  sin  within  my  soul. 
The  darkness  and  the  guilt  dispel, 
Such  passions  sweeping  down  to  hell, — 
The  clouds  of  envy,  malice,  pride, 
That  turn  the  lights  of  heaven  aside. 
Oh  let  my  nature  wholly  be 
Absorbed  in  Love  Divine  through  Thee, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  dying  for  me, 
My  bliss  through  all  Eternity. 
O  thus  may  I  in  Jesus  rest, 
His  Love  Divine  within  my  breast, 
My  every  thought  by  Him  possest : 
My  dreams  by  night,  my  plans  by  day, 
And  every  turning  of  my  way, 
Whate'er  I  think,  or  do,  or  say, 
Be  Thou  in  every  wish  supreme, 
Inspiring  each  unconscious  dream  ; 
That  morning,  noon,  and  night  may  be 
The  same  sweet  Paradise  for  me, 
Of  radiant  Life  and  Light  in  Thee; 


THE  LIFE  OF  LOVE  DIVINE  OX  EARTH.  .329 

That,  crucified  to  self,  and  dead, 
But  made  alive  in  Christ,  my  Head, 
I  dead  indeed  to  sin  may  be, 
Alive  to  God  eternally. 


THE  LIFE  OF  LOVE  DIVINE  ON  EARTH, 

H\EAR   Lord  !  to  live  this  life  of  Love, 
Shall  brin<^  us  all  to  heaven  above. 
Our  souls,  renewed  by  Thy  blest  Word, 
The  voice  of  our  Incarnate  God, 
Shall  then  behold  Thy  blissful  Face, 
In  us  reflected  by  such  <^race  ; 
Thine  own  indwelling  makes  our  heaven  ; 
And  fitness  for  Thy  Presence  there, 
By  thine  own  gracious  Spirit  given, 
Alone  can  save  us  from  despair, 
Alone  can  make  us  fit  to  shine- 
In  likeness  of  such  Love  divine. 
1  hy  love  can  make  a  heaven  on  earth, 
The  treasure  of  eternal  worth. 
Thy  life  below  of  pei  f<  ^  t  Love 
Is  that  which  makes  our  1 1<  aven  ab< 
( )  Pow  er  divine,  with  1  .  ontrol 

Bind  every  impulse  of  my  soul, 
And  by  the  bliss  of  sins  forgiven 
Make  known  tlu-  certainty  of  heaven! 


330  THE  DEATH  OF  CHRIST. 


THE  DEATH   OF  CHRIST  OUR   ONLY 
PLEA. 

C^  OD,  my  Redeemer,  set  me  free 
In  Heaven's  Eternal  liberty! 
Teach  me  to  trust  alone  in  Thee. 
God,  my  Redeemer,  Thou  art  nigh, 
From  sin  and  death  to  Thee  I  fly. 
Oh,  rescue  me  from  guilt  and  pain, 
Never  to  make  this  world  my  gain. 
Jesus,  my  Life,  my  Love,  my  all, 
On  Thee  at  Thy  dear  cross  I  call. 
Thy  dying  grace  my  only  plea, 
Thy  latest  prayer  to  God  for  me, 
That  all  my  sins  forgiven  might  be. 
God's  only  Son,  the  Crucified, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  me  hath  died, 
That  all  my  guilt  might  be  forgiven, 
And  I  His  saint  be  found  in  heaven  ; 
An  outcast  once,  but  now  Love's  crown, 
Through  the  Eternal  ages  known ! 


BLOSSOMIXG  AND   BEARING  FRUIT.     33 


BLOSSOMING  AND  BEARING  FRUIT. 

T  N  a  world  so  full  of  beauty, 

Why  am  I  a  barren  thing? 
By  the  Law  of    Truth  and  Duty, 

I  too  should  be  blossoming. 
Every  flower  fulfils  the  season 

Of  its  natural  pursuit  ; 
By  the  right  of  useful  reason 

I  too  should  be  bearing  fruit. 

Fruit  for  whom  but  Him  who  made  me, 

For  the  joy  of  Life  Divine, 
For  the  glory  of  my  Saviour, 

Through  Eternity  to  shine. 
Such  the  Law,  the  Life,  the  Reason, 

Of  mine  immortality  ; 
Such  the  seed,  the  fruit,  the  season, 

For  perfection,  given  to  me. 
Oli  Thou  Merciful  Creator ! 

( )l  .1  treasure  50  divine, 
Take  me,  love  me,  nein  create  me, 

Seed  and  fruit  forever  Thine  ! 


3$2  NOT  AS  I    WILL,    BUT    THOU. 


NOT  AS  I  WILL,  BUT  THOU. 

f^\EAR  Saviour,  as  Thou  wilt  ! 
To  Thee  I  all  resign, 
Thy  precious  blood,  so  freely  spilt, 

Thy  Mercy  all  divine  ! 
Thy  Will  is  only  Love 

To  me  and  all  mankind. 
Oh  let  me  not  an  ingrate  prove, 
But  peace  and  pardon  find. 

For  such  amazing  grace 

Eternal  thanks  I'll  bring, 
And  with  immortal  choirs  of  saints 

My  Saviour's  praises  sing. 
The  Love  that  lasts  is  Love  that  grows, 

Nor  ever  end  nor  limit  knows, 
But  Life  that  consecrates  each  hour, 

And  from  the  rose-bud  to  the  rose, 
The  sweet  perfections  of  the  (lower, 

In  full  meridian  disclose  ; 
The  shillings  of  Eternal  Tower, 

The  Fount  whence  every  blessing  flows! 


THE  EVENING  STAR,  LOVE'S  EMBLEM.      33! 


THE  EVENING  STAR,  LOVE'S  EMBLEM. 

f^\  LOVE  is  like  the  Evening  Star, 

That  leads  a  thousand  angels  forth, 
With  light  and  glory  from  afar, 
To  watch  and  wait  upon  the  earth, 
For  Pilgrims  of  Celestial  birth, 
To  guide  their  way  to  brighter  skies, 
Where  planets  more  ethereal  rise, 
And  firmaments  with  glory  filled, 
From  all  Eternity  revealed. 
Sound  forth  the  Universal  Hymn 
Of  peace  on  Earth,  Good-will  to  Man, 
And  Glory  to  our  God  on  High, 
In  Bethlehem  born,  for  man  to  die! 
Now  Truth  and  Mercy  kiss  each  other, 
And  Righteousness  and  Peace  together, 
Beneath  the  Mercy-seat  descending. 
To  all  Eternity  are  blending, 
Upon  the  Son  of  God  attending. 

So,  Love  is  as  tin-  Evening  Star. 

With  light  and  glory  from  alar, 
And  when  tin.-  shades  of  evening  tall. 

And  twilighl  softly  veils  the  scene, 

The  \  oices  of  t  he  Spirit   eall, 

With  harmonies  oi  pr;  i  ene, 


334    THE  EVENING  STAR,  LOVES  EMBLEM. 

And  Hope,  with  Faith's  all-conquering  shield, 

In  the  soft  lustre  shines  revealed. 

Where  Holy  Mercy  still  presides, 

And  Love  the  panoply  provides, 

To  quench  the  dread  blaspheming  darts, 

Aimed  at  believers'  contrite  hearts. 

The  God  of  Nature  and  of  Grace 

Appears  in  Jesus'  glorious  Face, 

Where  all  celestial  lights  combine 

In  unity  of  Love  divine! 

Such  promises  of  blessing  meet, 

Each  suppliant  at  the  Mercy-seat ! 

Oh  Love  divine,  still  keep  me  there, 

From  the  dread  gloom  of  hell's  despair, 

Save  in  the  power  of  Christ's  own  prayer ! 

Him  prostrate  in  Gethsemane  I  see, 

Who  in  His  dying  anguish  prayed  for  me! 

"  Father,  forgive  !"  forever  shall  prevail, 

And  not  the  humblest  sight  of  Faith  shall  fail! 

Oh  with  what  bliss  is  that  assurance  fraught, 

When  Jesus  looked  upon  the  terrors  wrought, 

And  prayed  for  Peter,  that  his  faith  fail  not ! 


O  LAMB   OF  GOD,  THY  LOVE  IMPART.     335 


O  LAMB  OF  GOD,  THY  LOVE  IMPART. 

AUTHOR  and  Finisher  of  Faith  ! 

What  thanks  I  owe,  what  grateful  praise. 
That  I  may  freely  ask  of  Thee 
The  gift  of  such  amazing  grace. 

Thou  only  source  of  life  and  light, 
Sole  Fountain  of  Eternal  Love  ! 

Help  Thou  mine  unbelief,  and  fit 
My  soul  for  such  a  heaven  above. 

If  Thou  within  my  heart  wilt  dwell, 
And  make  me  Thy  divine  abode, 

Then  by  this  sign  I  know  full  well 
That  I  shall  dwell  with  Thee  in  God. 

(  I  hope  divine!  O  boundless  grac 
To  such  a  sinful  soul  express'd, 

That  I,  even  I,  may  sec  Thy  Face, 
And  in  Thy  likeness  stand  confess'd! 

>on  of  God  !  Thy  filial  heart 
The  Spirit  of  faith  in  me  create, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  Thy  love  impart, 
And  at  Thy  bidding  let  me  wait. 


336  NO   CROSS,    NO   CROW IV. 


NO    CROSS,    NO   CROWN. 

f\  LAMB  of  God,  whose  precious  blood 

Makes  such  a  treasure  mine, 
And  weaves  the  Christinas  Robe  with  which 

I  may  in  glory  shine, 
Because  Thy  birth  and  death  have  crowned 

My  citizenship  in  heaven, 
And  with  such  love  forever  bound 

A  sinner  so  forgiven  ! 

Shall  not  my  soul  forever  breathe 

In  Love  Divine  Thy  name  ? 
And  sing  the  Everlasting  Song 

Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb? 
Thou  wilt  remove  the  deepest  gloom 

From  my  despairing  mind; 
Then  let  me  not  impatient  be, 

But  to  Thy  will  resigned. 

Beyond  the  darkness  of  the  tomb 

I  shall  in  glory  shine  ; 
God  is  my  Refuge  and  my  Home, 

For  Christ  Himself  is  mine. 
So  give  me,  Blessed  Lord,  this  grace 

On  Thy  dear  love  to  wait, 


NO   CROSS,   NO   CROWN.  337 

Till  Thou  shalt  open  wide  for  me 

Assured  'tis  not  too  late, 
Thy  Love  to  know,  Thy  welcome  hear, 

And  enter  Mercy's  Gate  ! 

Till  Thou  prepare  my  soul  to  bear 

The  joy  of  mine  estate  ; 
And  from  such  guilt  forever  there, 

Such  boundless  Love  narrate- 
That  countless  millions  could  redeem 

From  their  deserved  fate, 
In  heaven  the  monuments  to  be 

Of  pardoning  grace  so  great, 

That  only  God's  Eternity 

Could  measure  or  conceive 
For  mortal  and  created  minds 
(Gethsemane  and  Calvary) 

To  witness  and  believe  ! 
And  when  the  Crucified  shall  come, 


The  Crown  of  Faith  receive 


Lord,  help  our  hearts  to  Thee  the  praise 

Of  all  such  faith  to  gh 
Who  couldst  from  such  dread  unbelief, 

( )ur  dying  souls  restore, 
And  raise  us  up  to  know  in  heaven 

Thy  Love  tor  everm<  u 


38    THE  GLORY  OF  CHRIST S  PRESENCE, 


THE    GLORY    OF   CHRIST'S    PRESENCE. 

1\/T  Y  God  !  Thy  presence  with  delight 

My  daily  life  doth  fill; 
The  source  of  all  my  happiness, 
My  shield  from  every  ill  ! 

For  every  day,  each  hasty  hour, 

Thy  loving  grace  I  see  ; 
Oh  never,  never,  never  more, 

Let  me  depart  from  Thee. 

If  aught  of  blessedness  I  know, 

It  is  Thy  gift  alone, 
And  if  I  offer  aught  to  Thee 

I  give  Thee  but  Thine  own. 

From  day  to  night,  from  night  to  dawn, 

Thy  merc\-  is  my  guide  ; 
I  never  can  be  far  from  Thee, 

But  in  Thy  love  abide. 

Out  of  the  depths  I  cry  to  Thee, 
And  wait  Thy  word  from  heaven, 

More  than  they  watch  the  morning  light, 
By  storm  and  tempest  driven. 

Oh  Thou,  my  Life,  my  Light,  my  All  ! 

Still  keep,  as  heretofore. 
My  going  forth,  my  coming  in, 

Now  and  for  evermore. 


THE  CHILD'S  SPRING  SONG.  339 


THE    CHILD'S    SPRING    SONG. 

THE  grass  is  springing,  the  birds  are  singing 

How  do  ?   How  do  ?  How  do  ? 
The  buds  they  open,  and  blossoms  answer 

And  you  ?  And  you  ?  And  you  ? 
The  blossoms  are  coming,  the  buds  are  open, 

And  oh,  how  sweet  they  smile  on  you  ! 
The  violets  blue,  to  lovers  true, 
The  cowslips  golden,  the  hare-bells  purple, 
The  kiss-me-jennies,  for  me  and  you  ! 
The  grass  is  springing,  the  birds  are  singing, 

Tis  true  !   Tis  true  !    'Tis  true  ! 

Take  Nature  at  her  word,  and  come, 

As  if  the  roses  were  your  home, 

And  honey-cups  were  made  for  you 

To  drink  the  sweetest  morning  dew. 

Come  forth  and  fill  your  little  fist 

With  May-flowers  that  the  sun  hath  kist, 

And  by  such  kisses  waked  t<> 

Mow  they  could  fill  your  heart  with  glee 

To  listen  to  their  melody ! 


340  LOVE  DIVINE, 


LOVE  DIVINE. 

r^\  LOVE  Divine  !   How  blest  its  power, 
From  childhood  to  the  dying  hour! 
What  so  omnipotent  as  Love! 
All  power,  all  Majesty  above ! 
The  cedars  of  the  earth  it  breaks, 
The  mountains  to  their  base  it  shakes; 
It  sets  the  distant  orbs  aflame, 
In  adoration  of  His  name, 
Who  from  Eternity  afar, 
Kindled  with  ecstasy  each  star ! 
It  calms  the  anguish  of  the  mind, 
In  sweet  submissive  peace  resigned ; 
Forbears  the  injuries  of  years, 
Arrests  the  drops  of  falling  tears. 
It  heals  the  wounds  of  deep  remorse, 
And  guilt  deprives  of  all  its  force  ; 
It  turns  old  age  to  infancy, 
And  manhood  into  boyish  glee  ; 
Fills  maidens  sweet  as  breath  of  June 
When  clouds  sweep  past  the  silent  moon, 
With  thoughts  that  rise,  distinct  and  clear, 
From  the  deep  heaven  of  souls  sincere. 


CREATED  AXD   KEPT  FOR   GOD.         34 1 


THE  SOUL  CREATED  AND  KEPT  FOR 
GOD. 

T  F  Thou  but  make  me  wholly  Thine, 

What  can  I  think  or  ask  for  more? 
If  Thou  art  mine,  and  I  am  Thine, 

In  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Love  Divine  — 
If  all  these  graces  sweetly  shine, 

As  Christ  on  earth  their  pattern  gave, 
And  rose,  Death's  Conqueror,  from  the  grave, 

His  righteousness  in  Heaven  shall  be 
Transfigured  through  such  grace  in  me, 

From  all  my  guilt  forever  free, 
To  wear  in  such  blest  liberty, 

His  image  through  Eternity. 
So  bright  the  justice  of  His  Laws, 

His  dying  Love  my  righteous  cause, 
To  plead  before  His  Father's  throne 

With  intercessions  not  mine  own, 
But  only  by  II  i>  Spirit  breathed, 

For  mkIi  as  in  His  Death  believed: 
Taking  the  chief  of  sinners'  place  — 

The  Sacrificial  Lamb,  to  tra 
For  contrite  hearts,  the-  heavenly  road 
Of  pardoning  mercy  up  to  ( rod  ! 


342  THE  LAMB  OF  GOD, 


THE  LAMB   OF   GOD   THAT   TAKETH 
AWAY   THE    SINS   OF   THE    WORLD! 

Q  WONDROUS  Mystery  of  Grace, 

Not  to  be  wrought  again  ! 
That  I,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

His  likeness  may  retain  ! 
And  faultless,  through  atoning  blood, 

Forever  thus  remain ! 

O  wondrous  plan  of  mercy  wrought, 

Salvation  so  divine  ! 
By  such  exceeding  mercy  brought, 

For  such  a  heart  as  mine  ! 
No  more  to  leave  my  God,  my  Heaven, 

But  there  forever  dwell  ; 
The  chief  of  sinners  thus  forgiven. 

Redeemed  from  death  and  hell ! 
Henceforth,  no  other  claim  but  Thine 

My  constant  life  shall  wear, 
And  by  no  other  name  be  known, 

But  Mercy  in  Despair ! 

A  life  beyond  the  grave  mine  own, 

The  crown  of  Christ  to  wear  ; 
So  I  to  Thee  my  soul   resign. 
My  (]od.  my  God,  forever  Thine, 

Almighty  thus  to  save. 


THE   LAMB   OF  GOD.  343 

Descending  to  the  grave! 
Lord,  save  me  from  myself ! 

Deliver  me  from  pride, 
And  in  the  ocean  of  Thy  Love, 

My  sins  and  follies  hide  ! 

My  soul  is  as  a  field 

Ploughed   deep  with  Satan's  care, 
And  through  its  furrows  Satan  drives 

The  harrows  of  Despair ! 
But,  Lord,  the  field  is  Thine, 

And  only  loaned  to  me, 
By  Thy  sweet  grace,  to  make  it  shine, 

A  garden  dear  to  Thee  ! 

Oh  take  me  as  Thine  own, 

From  sin  and  folly  free  ; 
And  with  its  fruit  it  shall  be  known, 

All  wrought  by  Love  for  Th<     ' 
Oh  with  such  work  for  my  dear  Lord, 

How  blessed  I  shall  be! 
Of  all  Thy  Mercies  ever  known, 

The  greatest  Mystery  ! 
1  hat  Thou  couldsf  bear  me  as  Thine  own. 

From  all  transgression  free, 
1  he  pardoned  of  .ill  ages  known 

Thy  prisoner  t<>  be  ! 


344  PRAY    WITHOUT  CEASING, 


PRAY   WITHOUT   CEASING. 

P  VENING  and  morning  and  at  noon, 

My  God,  to  Thee  I  pray ! 
Oh  may  Thy  Spirit  thus  inspire 

And  teach  me  what  to  say ! 
For  morn  and  eve,  midnight  and  dawn 

Are  all  alike  to  Thee  : 
Oh  let  Thy  Presence  fill  my  soul, 

Wherever  I  may  be  ! 
So  may  my  brief  existence  here, 

By  Thy  good  Spirit  given, 
A  reflex  image  be,  of  those 

Who  worship  Thee  in  Heaven ! 
A  wounded,  bruised,  and  broken  heart, 

O  God,  to  Thee  I  bring! 
Oh  for  the  grace  to  quench  my  thirst 

At  Love's  Eternal  Spring! 
Partaker  of  Thy  holiness  may  I  forever  be, 

By  all  Thy  discipline  of  grace 
And  mercy  wrought  in  me  ! 

Forgiving  mercy,  boundless  grace! 
By  chastening  out  oi  deep  distress, 

To  bring  my  soul  to  Thee  ! 
Father  of  Lights,  whose  grace  we  seek, 

Grant  us  the  wisdom  of  Thy  Word, 


PRAY    WITHOUT  C EASING.  345 

That  so  we  may  with  freedom  speak, 

The  glory  of  our  risen  Lord  ; 
The  perfect  Law  of  Liberty, 

The  covenant  in  Jesus'  blood  ! 
Father  !   I  fall  before  Thy  throne, 

And  Jesus'  love  I  fain  would  plead  ! 
Oh  leave  me  never  more  alone, 

But  save  me  in  the  hour  of  need, 
And  at  the  fountain  of  Thy  grace 

Thy  favor  give  my  heart  a  place. 
So  may  Christ's  cleansing  blood  control 

The  mortal  anguish  of  my  soul. 

Oh  speak  the  word  that  bids  sin  cease  ! 
Oh  give  the  faith  that  may  release, 
And  let  me,  pardoned,  go  in  peace  ! 
I  cannot  live  without  Thy  Light, 
Cast  out  and  banished  from  Thy  sight  ! 
Oh  bring,  by  Christ's  atoning  blood, 
The  dying  sinner  back  to  God  ! 
I  bless  Thee  for  this  precious  prayer: 
May  it  but  find  acceptance  there, 
Delivering  me  from  dread  despair, 
My  Saviour's  dying  love  to  pie. id. 
And  with  calm  faith  to  intercede. 
Then,  even  in  my  dying  hour, 

Thou  shalt  be  Light  and   Love  and   Tower, 

And  Mercy  raising  me  to  I  [eaven, 
1  he  chiei  « »i  sinners,  so  f <  >rgi . 


346  "  WITH  CHRIST  in  god: 


''WITH    CHRIST    IN    GOD." 

AAHTH  Christ  in  God  !  "     Eternal  Life  ! 

How  wondrous  !   How  divine  ! 
Each  letter  of  this  blessed  text 

Doth  with  God's  glory  shine! 
Dear  child,  be  quiet  with  thy  God ! 

He  never  can  forsake 
His  own  unceasing  precious  work, 

Nor  leave  it  to  mistake. 
His  loving  kindness  He'll  command 

By  day,  and  all  the  night ; 
His  song  shall  be  thy  saving  health, 

His  Love  thy  soul's  delight! 
Who  kindled  in  thy  restless  soul 

This  sacred  heavenly  fire? 
Who  bade  thy  longing  spirit  burn 

With  such  supreme  desire? 
If  thou  commit  thy  life  to  Christ, 

It  will  be  found  in  God ; 
In  His  eternal  sunshine  wrought, 

By  His  enduring  Word  ! 
O  day  divine  !     O  glorious  Power! 

Lord,  give  my  soul  to  know 
Sonu-  sure  foreshining  of  this  grace, 

While  struggling  here  below; — 


"  WITH  CHRIST  IX  GOD?  347 

For  now,  alas,  sin's  rising  gloom 

So  oft  beclouds  my  dawn, 
That  I  am  at  a  loss  to  tell 

The  midnight  from  the  morn  ! 
Oh  let  me  hear  Thy  voice  again, 

Still  walking  on  the  sea  ; 
No  more  I'll  fear,  no  more  refrain 

From  following  after  Thee  ! 
The  entering  of  Thy  Love  in  me 

Shall  be  my  soul's  desire  ; 
And  every  power  of  heart  and  mind 

With  this  bright  flame  on  fire  ! 


34<S    BY  LO  VE  DI  VINE  REDEEMED  FROM  SIN. 


BY    LOVE    DIVINE    REDEEMED    FROM 
SIN. 

HT HOUGH  I  the  chief  of  sinners  be, 

Yet,  Lord,  my  God  !   I  fly  to  Thee! 
From  Death  and  hell  to  set  me  free, 
Because  so  vile  and  lost  I  be. 
Oh  help  me  to  believe  in  Thee, 
Because  my  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 
And  while  I  live  and  breathe  on  earth, 
Oh  let  it  be  a  second  birth, 
New-born  by  Thy  Creative  Power, 
Which  could  to  Life  and  bliss  restore, 
A  soul  condemned  to  death  before  ; 
To  live  and  love  for  evermore, 
With  the  Angelic  hosts  above, 
Him  who  for  me  the  crown  of  thorns 
And  Death  by  Crucifixion  bore, 
And  hate  and  scorn  and  misery  wore  ; 
That  I,  by  Grace  Divine  set  free 
From  sin,  might  only  live  for  Thee, 
To  sing  through  all  eternity, 
The  song  of  Moses  and  the  Lamb, 
The  Virgin's  Hymn  at  Jesus'  birth, 
Her  Babe's  soft  lullaby  on  earth, 
Glory  to  God!   Good-will  to  men, 


B  Y  LO  VE  D 1 1  7NE  REDEEMED  DRUM  SEW    349 

And  Heaven's  First  Paradise  again  ! 

As  Thou  didst  give  Thy  life  for  me, 

Lord,  I  return  the  gift  to  Thee  ! 

By  wondrous  power  of  grace  set  free, 

Nothing  I  bring  Thee  of  mine  own, — 

All  is  the  grace  of  Thy  design, 

The  boundless  gift  of  Love  Divine 

Through  all  Eternity  foreknown; 

The  work  of  such  amazing  Love, 

All  measurement  of  thought  above: 

Would  God  I  could  its  grace  fulfil, 

Such  Love  unknown,  such  mystery  still, 

The  mystery  of  Godliness! 

O  Love  Divine,  constraining  Love, 

To  leave  His  Father's  glorious  Throne, 

And  from  angelic  worlds  come  down  ! 

A  manger  for  His  cradle  bed, 

Nor  place  elsewhere  to  lay  His  head  — 

That  from  hell's  centre  to  the  sea 

Men  might  in  Heaven's  effulgence  be, 

And  from  their  sins  forever  free 

Enjoy  Angelic  Liberty. 

Oh  as  a  dove  my  heart  to  Thee 

From  storm  and  tempest,  Lord,  would  flee. 

Thou  wilt  not  leave  in  guilt's  Despair 

The  soul  that  seeks  '11;  in  Prayer! 

ilu-n  in  Mercy  keep  me  there, 
With  humble  penitential  care, 
1  hy  \  oke,  S(  -  eas) .  1  .<  >rd,  to  w  eai . 


350  B  V  LO  VE  DIVINE  REDEEMED  EDO.}/  SIN. 

Thy  burden  such  a  bliss  to  bear : 
Then,  if  Thou  give  the  power  of  Faith, 
Thou  wilt  receive  my  parting  breath  ; 
A  blissful  Life  to  live  with  Thee, 

Inhabiting  Eternity! 
O  God  !  that  such  my  death  may  be  ! 
Eternal  blessedness  to  see 
With  endless  gratitude  to  Thee! 


CHRIST'S  LIFE   OX  EARTH.  35  I 


CHRIST'S  LIFE  ON   EARTH,  OUR  BLISS 
IN   HEAVEN. 

1W[  Y  thoughts  are  but  the  smoking  flax, 

The  smoke  is  all  I  see; 
But  Thou  canst  light  the  flame  of  Love 
Ascending  up  to  Thee! 

My  Saviour  !  up  to  Thee  ! 

Oh  daily  make  my  heart  and  Life, 

A  whole  burnt-offering  given, 
Accordant  with  Thy  sweet  command, 

And  typical  of  Heaven  ! 
Where  Jesus  reigns  o'er  souls  that  love, 
For  Jesus'  Love  is  Heaven! 

My  daily  duties  then  shall  prove 

A  1  [olocaust  I  Hvine, — 
The  element  rateful  Love  — 

The  fire  forever  Thine : 
Each  penitential  gift  of  1  rra<  e, 
An  oflfei  in'  hi)\\  di\  ine  ! 


35-  CHRISTS  LIFE  ON  EARTH. 

Search  me,  O  Lord,  and  know  my  heart 
Try  me,  and  know  my  thought ! 

And  lead  me  in  that  Way  of  Love 
By  my  Redeemer  taught  — 
For  me  on  Calvary  wrought ! 

With  Jesus'  Mercy  fraught ! 


So  shall  I  walk,  as  He  doth  please, 
With  Jesus  in  the  Light, 

And  every  foot-fall  of  my  Life 
Be  with  His  Presence  bright ! 

This  Earth  a  Paradise  begun, 
Christ's  Presence,  day  and  night, 

The  angels  down  from  Paradise, 
Each  other  to  invite ! 


T/S  I:    BE  NOT  AFRAID:'  555 


"'TIS    I:    BE    NOT   AFRAID." 

WHEN  gloomy  night  and  storm  appear, 
O  Lord,  my  sun,  my  shade, 
How  sueet  thy  loving  voice  to  hear, 
"  'T  is  I :   be  not  afraid." 

When  painful  sickness  wastes  my  strength, 

And  fears  of  death  invade, 
Oh  the  sweet  mercy  of  that  word, 

11  'T  is  I :    be  not  afraid." 

Lord,  give  me  this  divine  delight, 

Who  for  us  all  hast  prayed, 
To  hear  thy  voice,  by  day,  by  night, 

"  'T  is  I :   be  not  afraid." 

(  )li.  come  iu  rainbow  or  in  Storm, 

Whatever  love  hath  said, 
1  '11  welcome  thee,  ^\m\  trust  thy  word, 

••  T  i    I  :   be  not  afraid." 


354  "T/S  I:   BE   NOT  AFRAID:' 

Across  the  sea  thou  com'st  to  me 
In  pardoning  Love  arrayed ; 

I  can  but  answer,  "  Lord,  of  thee 
I  '11  never  be  afraid." 

My  Saviour  holds  me  to  his  breast 
The  storm  is  all  allayed. 

Return,  my  soul,  unto  thy  rest, 
And  be  no  more  afraid. 


LORD,  when  upon  life's  raging  sea 

The  dreadful  storm  I  fear, 
What  hope,  what  bliss,  it  brings  to  me 

Thy  loving  voice  to  hear  ! 

Thy  form  of  glory  and  of  grace 

Shines  o'er  the  deep  afar, 
And  sovereign  mercy  lulls  to  sleep 

The  elemental  war. 

When  neither  sun  nor  stars  appear, 
But  mountain  crimes  upbraid, 

What  joy  divine  thy  word  to  hear, 
"  'T  is  I :    be  not  afraid." 

Beleagued  by  enemies  and  cares, 
By  sin  and  death  dismayed, 

That  pitying  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
"  T  is  I :   be  not  afraid." 


"'TIS  I:    BE   NOT  AFRAID."  355 

Fled  are  the  phantoms  of  despair, 

The  fiends  of  unbelief, 
If  I  but  know  my  Lord  is  near, 

And  comes  to  my  relief. 

Above  the  penal  dread  of  hell, 

By  mine  accuser  played, 
The  melody  of  heaven  comes  down, 

"  T  is  I :   be  not  afraid." 

From  every  terror  of  the  grave, 

By  guilt  tremendous  made, 
Thou  art  all  merciful  to  save: 

I  will  not  be  afraid  ! 


356  THE  BOW  IN    THE  CLOUDS. 


THE    BOW    IN   THE   CLOUDS. 

OOK  up  !     The  Bow  is  round  the  cloud  ! 
How  beautiful!     How  fair! 
'Tis  not  the  desolating  shroud 

Of  anguish  or  despair, 
Nor  are  the  griefs,  to  many  given, 
Employed  to  keep  thee  out  of  Heaven  i 

Then  wait,  my  soul,  upon  the  Lord, 

And  He  will  shelter  thee. 
His  Bow  above  the  stormy  cloud 

Who  trusts  His  Word  shall  see: 
The  thunder  may  be  long  and  loud, 

The  rain  a  deluge  be, 
Still  thou  art  covered  with  the  wings 

Of  His  protecting  grace, 
Though  for  the  day  thou  mayst  not  see 

The  sunshine  of  I  lis  Face. 

Yet  out  of  all  these  fearful  storms 

There  shall  be  brighter  skies  : 
Beyond  this  desolated  world 

God's  stars  of  glory  rise. 
And  bows  of  promise  span  each  cloud 
With  cheerier  meaning  than  the  shroud! 


THE  PRINCIPLE  OF  SELECTION.        357 

The  foregoing  poems,  with  the  exception  of 
those  culled  by  Mrs.  Cheever,  were  selected  by  the 
author  himself  out  of  a  mass  of  manuscripts  and 
pencillings,  multitudinous  and  mixed  as  the 
Sibylline  leaves.  The  principle  of  selection  seems 
to  have  been  to  choose  those  that  were  intensely 
subjective  and  serious,  expressing  the  thoughts, 
moods,  and  aspirations  of  the  writer's  mind,  and 
giving  therefore  its  predominant  experience. 

The  humorous  and  satirical  pieces,  of  which  there 
are  not  a  few  in  manuscript,  are  wholly  omitted. 
Aside  from  the  composition  of  one  long  poem 
in  blank  verse  written  earl)'  in  his  ministry,  and 
entitled,  "  Discipline  of  Earth  and  Time  for  Free- 
dom and  Immortality,"  Dr.  Cheever  was  too  busy 
a  man  to  cultivate  this  department  of  literature. 
But  he  was  in  the  habit  of  pencilling  his  thoughts 
and  analogies  from  Nature  wherever  he  might  be, 
in  prose  or  rhyme,  on  the  blank  leaf  of  a  book, 
the  back  of  a  bill,  the  wrappings  of  a  newspaper, 
the  cover  of  a  pamphlet,  the  top  of  a  paste-board 
box,  or  any  scrap  of  paper  that  might  be  at 
hand. 

This  habit  grew  upon  him  in  his  later  years; 
and  this  may  account  tor  the  changes  of  rhyme 
and  metre  in  tin-  same  pencilling  that  an 
often  noticeable  in  the  last  selections.  They 
were  nol  pruned  or  polished,  as  poems  oft<  n  arc-, 
but  appear  for  the  most  part  just  a-  they  were 
first  indited,  in  tin-  simple  dress  <»t  nature  it 
The  w  riter  saw   into   the   soul   "t    thing  .     Pi  c 


358        INTERPRE  TA  TI(  )N  OF  N.  I  TURE. 

eminently  he  looked  through  Nature  up  to  Na- 
ture's God.  With  his  friend,  the  poet  R.  H. 
Dana,  he  could  say : 

"  I  see  the  tinted  trunk  of  brown  and  gray, 
And  rich,  warm  fungus,  brighter  for  decay, 
Whence  rays  of  light  as  from  a  fountain  flow. 
I  hear  the  mother-robin  talking  low, 
In  notes  affectionate  ;  the  wide-mouthed  brood 
Chattering  and  eager  for  their  far-sought  food. 
The  air  is  spread  with  beauty  ;  and  the  sky 
Is  musical  with  sounds  that  rise  and  die 
Till  scarce  the  ear  can  catch  them  ;  then  they  swell ' 
Then  send  from  far  a  low,  sweet,  sad  farewell; 
My  mind  is  filled  with  beauty,  and  my  heart — 
With  joy?     Not  joy,  — with  what  I  would  not  part: 
It  is  not  sorrow,  yet  almost  subdues 
My  soul  to  tears  ;  it  saddens  while  it  woos. 
My  spirit  breathes  of  love  ;   I  could  not  hate. 
Oh,  I  could  match  me  with  the  lowliest  state." 


Dr.  Cheever  appreciated  and  enjoyed  all  the 
aspects  of  creation,  all  the  varied  scenery  of  the 
seasons,  the  storm,  the  calm,  the  gold  and  crimson 
coloring  of  the  clouds  at  sunrise  and  sunset,  with 
a  subtle  sense  of  their  beauty  and  their  relation 
to  the  adorable  Creator.  He  mused  to  himself 
upon  the  glory  of  God  and  the  love  of  Christ,  as 
the  elder  Edwards  is  reported  to  have  done,  and 
then  in  prose  or  verse  recorded  his  passing  exper- 
ience, but  seldom  returned  to  it.  The  last  pen- 
cillings  he  is  believed  to  have  made  are  these, 
entitled 


ENTRANCE  ON  ETERNITY.  359 


LOVE'S  ENTRANCE  ON  ETERNITY. 

OGod,  be  merciful  to  me, 

And  leave  me  not  to  unbelief. 

Ten  thousand  deaths  I'd  sooner  choose 

Than  the  Eternal  Life  to  lose. 

Let  me  be  dead  indeed  10  sin, 

Through  Faith  Eternal  Life  to  win. 

Jesus,  my  never-dying  Lord, 

Make  me  obedient  to  Thy  Word. 

With  my  whole  soul,  O  God,  I  pray, 
Take  all  mine  unbelief  away  : 
0  leave  me  not  outside  Thy  care, 
But  save  me  from  such  dread  despair. 

O  keep,  by  Grace  Divine,  my  contrite  heart, 

Thy  loving-kindness,  Lord,  impart, 

That  I  may  all  Thy  goodness  know, 

Nor  ever  from  Thy  presence  go, 

Hut  through   Thy  teaching  all  things  see, 

Believing  and  adoring  Thee. 

So  may  my  life  responsive  be 

To  every  promise  made  by  Thee. 

Creator,  Saviour,  me  refine, 

And  make  my   lite  entirely  Thine, 

So  that  1  may  t<>  others  prove 
The  Power  of  Heavenly  Truth  and  Love  ; 
The  glorious  law,  that  does  forevei  shine 
Throughout  all  Worlds,  for  all  air  Thine  — 
That  we  not  buried  in  the  earth  Bhould  1«-, 
Hut  through  the  ext  hangers  kept  for  Tbeci 
To  find  Thine  own  with  usui  j . 
I  he  heavenly  hai  monies  I 
The  1  i<  bea  ol  Etei  uit_\ . 


36o  DYING    VIEW  OF  CHRIST. 

In  sympathizing  love  behold  me, 
Oh  support  me  by  Thy  grace  ; 
By  Thy  promises  uphold  me, 
"lis  with  these  I  seek  Thy  face. 
Oh  lead  me  safely  up  to  Heaven, 
For  all  Thy  Saints  the  final  haven  ! 
So,  trusting  in  Thy  pardoning  Word, 
May  I  lay  down  my  life,  O  Lord  : 
For  me  to  live  it  may  be  pain, 
For  me  to  die  it  shall  be  gain  ; 
If  spared  to  live,  I  live  to  Thee, 
In  death  shall  my  salvation  be 
Love's  Entrance  on  Eternity  ! 

When  on  his  dying  bed  two  weeks  before  his 
entrance  upon  eternity  (on  the  first  of  October, 
1890),  he  was  asked  by  his  brother,  upon  awaking 
from  quite  a  long  sleep,  if  he  had  had  dreams  in 
his  sleep.  "  No,"  he  said,  "  but  such  visions  of  the 
love  of  Christ,  and  the  infinite  reach  of  His  sal- 
vation !  God  manifest  in  the  flesh  (and  he  re- 
peated most  impressively  the  whole  passage  in 
Timothy) — justified  in  the  Spirit — seen  of  an- 
gels preached  unto  the  Gentiles— believed  on 
in  the  world — received  up  into  glory — The  king- 
dom of  Heaven  opened  to  all  believers — Sal- 
vation certain  to  all  them  that  believe  through 
tin-  all-sufficiency  of  the  atonement  by  Christ — 
His  tender  condescension  to  doubting  Thomas  : 
'  Reach  hither  thy  fingers,  and  behold  My  hands; 
and  reach  hither  thy  hand,  and  thrust  it  into 
My  side  ;  and  be  not  faithless  but  believing.' 
And  then  the  overwhelming  force  of  the  con- 
viction   to    the   disciple's    mind,    M\     LORD    AMi 


DEATH  ITSELF    THERE  DIES.  36 1 

MY  God!  Then  the  confidence,  the  enthusiasm, 
the  holy  zeal  of  the  apostles,  as  they  went  every- 
where preaching  the  Word,  so  that  great  multi- 
tudes became  obedient  unto  the  faith  !  Oh,  that 
we  might  see  it  yet  again  in  these  last  times,  and 
we  shall,  we  shall  — preachers  baptized  with  the 
Holy  Ghost  and  with  power ;  on  fire  and  pas- 
sionate with  the  love  of  Christ  and  love  for  souls. 
Let  dear  Brother  Booth  know  how  comforting 
was  that  passage  of  Paul  he  quoted  at  my  bed- 
side :  '  Blessed  be  the  God  and  Father  of  our 
Lord  Jesus  Christ,  the  Father  of  Mercies  and  the 
God  of  all  comfort  ;  who  comforteth  us  in  all 
our  tribulation,  that  we  ma}'  be  able  to  comfort 
them  which  are  in  any  trouble  by  the  comfort 
wherewith  we  ourselves  are  comforted  of  God.' 
The  consolations  of  God,  how  large  with  the  soul, 
and  underneath  us  the  everlasting  arms!" 

Is  that  a  death-bed  where  the  Christian  lies? 
Yes,  but  not  his  :   Tis  Death  himself  there  dies, 
While  angels  shout  him  welcome  ro  rm  skies. 

S.   T.  Coleridge, 


APPENDIX. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Coitsm. 

My  much-beloved  Cousin  : 

I  am  just  longing  for  one  of  your  nice,  pleasant  letters, 
but  a  visit  from  you,  if  it  could  be  granted  us,  would  be 
better  still.  I  greatly  desire  to  see  you,  my  dear  cousin, 
and  what  can  hinder  your  coming  to  us  when  the  cold 
season  shall  have  passed,  and  we  are  all  alive  and  well  ? 

I  have  been  thinking  much  of  you  lately,  and  hope  you 
have  been  well  all  through  the  cold  weather.  What  a 
winter  of  floods,  storms,  and  disasters  of  every  kind  we 
have  had  !  God  has  been  teaching  by  his  various  provi- 
dences the  instability  of  all  earthly  possessions.  Yet  how 
little  his  warnings  are  heeded  by  multitudes  who  are  liv- 
ing on  as  if  there  was  no  hereafter,  and  in  the  sinful  neg- 
lect of  their  dying  souls!  What  madness!  How  1  wish 
they  could  be  aroused  from  their  indifference  and  insensi- 
bility to  their  higher  interest,  and  the  things  pertaining 
to  the  kingdom  of  God  !  We  arc  now  living  in  an  age  »»i 
wonders.  Events  are  crowding  upon  us  in  the  most  start 
ling  manner,  and  the  predictions  of  Isaiah  and  David 
seem  to  be  fulfilling.     Read   Isaiah,  chap.  [9. 

The  Egyptian  question  is  now  commanding  the  atten- 
tion of  England  and  the  whole  world.  \\V  are  watching 
it  with  the  deepest  anxiety,  and  indignant  at  the  vacil- 
lating policy  of  England,  and  lamenting  that  the  oppor- 
tunity for  the  history  of  great  principles  is  in  danger  oi 
being  sacrificed  bj  hesitation  and  half  measures,  and  la 
menting,  as  my  husband  says,  "in  not  talcing  the  tidal  wave 
on  the  forward  t<.p.  and  driving  all  before  them.  When 
God  had  given  the  means,  the}  might,  and  ought  t>>  have 


4  APPENDIX. 

sent,  twenty  thousand  men  with  a  rapidity  and  power  of 
justice,  that,  in  the  name  of  God,  would  have  swept  the 
forces  of  the  territory  of  the  False  Prophet  and  hisslave- 
holding  tribes  like  a  cyclone.  Do  you  take  the  Evangelist, 
Dr.  Field's  paper,  in  which  his  travels  in  the  Holy  Land 
are  being  published  ?  They  have  also  been  published  in 
volumes  and  are  exceedingly  interesting.  He  writes 
charmingly.  We  have  received  two  volumes  from  him 
lately,  and  my  husband  sent  him  a  note  of  thanks,  never 
dreaming  it  would  be  published  ;  but  as  he  so  pleasantly 
put  it  forth  to  the  public,  I  thought  I  would  let  you  see  it. 
When  you  read  it  please  return  it  with  one  of  your  nice 

letters.     Do   you    ever    hear    from    dear   Cousin  A ? 

She  is  a  remarkable  woman,  and  her  letters  are  charming. 
M.,  her  daughter,  has  recently  had  some  high  honor  con- 
ferred upon  her  by  the  Emperor  of  Germany,  at  the 
special  request  of  the  Empress,  who  has  taken  a  great 
fancy  to  her,  seeming  to  appreciate  her  lovely  Christian 
character  and  desire  to  do  good.  We  are  delighted  that 
our  dear  cousins  are  so  much  beloved  and  respected 
abroad,  and  are  exerting  such  an  influence  for  good  around 
them.  Cousin  A.  P.,  who  resides  at  Auburn,  often  writes 
to  me.  She  is  now  84  years,  but  vigorous  in  intellect 
though  feeble  in  body.  She  often  refers  to  the  many 
charming  visits  to  Providence,  and  her  love  for  your  dear 
parents  and  mine.  Those  days,  she  writes,  are  too  full  of 
sweet  memories  ever  to  be  forgotten. 


Extract  of  Letter  of  Sympathy  from  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend. 

Your  affectionate  letter,  containing  tidings  of  such  over- 
whelming affliction,  has  filled  our  hearts  with  mingled 
thoughts  and  feelings  of  sorrow  and  gratitude.  We  sym- 
pathize deeply  with  your  stricken  and  desolate  heart ;  we 
rejoice  in  God's  great,  sustaining  mercy  with  which  he 
visits  and  consoles  you.  Alone,  and  yet  not  alone,  for 
God  is  with  you,  and  the  Lord  Jesus  takes  you  by  the 
hand  and  tells  you,  I  am  the  Resurrection  and  the  Life. 
But  oh  how  desolate  the  separation  from  the  sharer  of 
your  blessings  1  But  God  be  praised  for  the  grace  and 
faith  and  submission  with  which  you  can  look  upwards 
and  behold  your  loved  one  in  Heaven,  and  through  the 
Redeemer  may  hope  to  join  her  there!  How  the  sting 
of  death  is  taken  away  by  the  presence  of  Him,  our  Di- 


LETTERS,  5 

vine  Redeemer,  whose  blood  cleanseth  from  all  sin,  and 
whose  grace,  imparted  to  us,  makes  us  feel  and  know- 
that  He  is  the  Conqueror  of  sin  and  death  ;  and  thanks 
be  to  God,  who  giveth  us  the  victory.  The  Lord  bless 
and  keep  you,  and  all  who  are  dear  to  you,  and  shine 
upon  you,  and  give  you  peace  !  Oh,  the  infinite  precious- 
ness  of  the  consolation  that  Christ  gives  !  Dear,  afflicted 
friend,  again  we  say,  the  Lord  comfort,  soothe,  and  bless 
you  evermore.  Be  assured  of  our  sympathy  and  love, 
and  that  we  are 

Most  affectionately  yours,  etc. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend  on  the  Death  of  her  Son. 

The  loss  of  your  beloved  son  is  truly  so  great  an  afflic- 
tion, that  the  tenderest  sympathy  can  for  the  present  only 
look  on  in  silence. 

We  know-  not  what  to  say.  "  I  was  dumb.  I  opened 
not  my  mouth  because  Thou  didst  it."  God's  own  words 
are  the  only  suitable  utterances  in  the  moment  of  such 
trial.  But  they  are  very  precious.  "  I  have  chosen  thee 
in  the  furnace  of  affliction."  "  For  whom  the  Lord  lov- 
eth,  he  chasteneth,"  and  "  When  thou  passeth  through 
the  waters,  I  will  be  with  thee  ;  and  through  the  rivers, 
they  shall  not  overflow  thee  ;  when  thou  walkest  through 
the  fire,  thou  shalt  not  be  burned;  neither  shall  the 
flames  kindle  upon  thee  ;  "  and  Christ's  own  prayer, 
"Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done."  We  can  only  repeat 
those  ever-abiding  and  living  truths. 

Nevertheless,  it  is  very  consoling  and  delightful  to  be 
a-sured  that  others  who  knew  him,  as  we  love  to  have 
him  so  affectionately  remembered,  appreciated  th< 
excellence  and  beauty  of  his  character.  Seldom  do  men 
witness  so  lovely  a  combination  of  manly  and  Christian 
virtues  and  characteristics  ;  and  it  was  a  growth  so  grad- 
ual and  natural,  so  unobtrusive,  genial,  and  pleasant  for 
daily  companionship  and  life,  and  not  for  set  occasions, 
that  it  was  like  the  sunshine  and  tin-  fresh  air.  lie  was 
full  oi  kindness,  gentleness,  cheerfulness,  and  courtes)  ;  a 

pleasant  smile  of  welcome  always  OH  his  countenance,  and 

words  of  friendly  greetii  on  his  lip-,  that  it   was 

a  refreshment  i<>  meet  him  ;  and  you  knew  it  was  not  put 
on  or  forced,  but  sincere  and  genuine      II  >ne  of 

whom  it  can  truly  be  said,  that  "  none  knew  him  but  to 


6  APPENDIX. 

love  him,  or  named  him  but  to  praise."  In  all  his  busi- 
ness transactions  there  was  the  same  transparent  open- 
ness and  sincerity,  guilelessness  of  purpose,  and  integrity 
of  principle.  His  hopefulness,  industry,  carefulness,  and 
perseverance  in  his  work  were  remarkable,  and  while  he 
was  unfit,  because  of  bodily  weakness,  to  be  at  work  at 
all,  his  conscientious  performance  of  the  external  religious 
duties  of  teaching,  visiting,  praying,  as  he  had  the  oppor- 
tunity, doing  all  the  good  he  could,  when  such  ill-health  as 
his  would  have  constrained  most  persons  to  remain  at 
home,  are  too  noticeable  to  be  forgotten  ;  a  groat  grace  in- 
deed it  was,  of  self-denying  love.  And  then  his  sweet,  sub- 
missive faith  and  patience  under  sickness  and  disappoint- 
ment were  very  touching  and  beautiful.  Altogether,  his 
was  a  bright,  though  alas !  so  brief  an  example  of  very 
noble  and  precious  qualities,  without  mixture  of  self- 
consciousness  or  conceit  or  ostentation  ;  manifestly  one 
of  God's  jewels,  prepared  and  taken  for  the  making  up  in 
Heaven.  Oh,  that  it  might  please  God  our  Heavenly 
Father  to  endow  us,  who  are  left  a  little  longer,  with 
some  measure  of  the  same  gifts  and  graces  and  faithful- 
ness in  the  use  of  them,  that  for  us  also  it  may  be  Christ 
to  live  and  gain  to  die.  May  the  God  of  all  grace  and 
comfort  keep  and  bless  you  all,  now  and  evermore. 
Most  truly  and  affectionatelv  yours, 

E.  H.  C. 


From  another  of  Mrs.  C.'s  Letters  of  Sympathy. 

May  God  bless  and  comfort  you,  and  with  his  abound- 
ing grace  be  nearer  and  dearer  to  you  than  any  earthly 
relatives  or  friends.  In  the  night  of  this  sorrow  may 
the  light  of  His  love  shine  upon  your  soul.  May  the 
Good  Shepherd  fold  you  in  His  own  loving  heart,  and 
shield  vou  from  all  evil  while  passing  through  those 
depths  of  such  great  affliction.  May  His  rod  and  staff 
support  and  guide  your  steps,  and  His  love  inspire, 
strengthen,  and  sustain  your  soul.  These  are  our  prayers 
and  fervent  desires  for  you. 

1  am  grieved  not  to  have  been  able  to  be  with  you,  but 
a  prevailing  cold,  and  this  morning  the  severity  of  the 
weather  conjointly  forbid  ray  leaving. 

Therefore!  I  can  only  send  the  first  expression  of  our 
heartfelt  sympathy  with  you,  under  this  great  bereavement 


LETTERS.  7 

you  are  suffering  by  the  all-wise  and  merciful  will  of  God, 
in  the  death  of  so  dear  and  loving  and  precious  a  com- 
panion and  friend.  Her  bright  genius  and  warm  love  were 
to  you  a  second  life,  and  oh  how  you  will  feel  her  absence  ! 
I  wish  we  could  say  something  to  bless  you  ;  but  it  is  not 
in  the  power  of  any  human  being  to  minister  support  at 
such  an  hour  ;  and  God  our  Saviour  draws  you  to  Himself 
for  that  communion  with  Him,  and  that  sustaining  power 
of  His  Spirit  in  answer  to  prayer,  by  which  you  have 
learned  to  cast  all  your  care  upon  Him,  and  to  draw  near 
to  Him  with  the  blessed  spirit  of  adoption,  crying,  Abba, 
Father.  May  the  Lord  minister  this  precious,  all-consol- 
ing grace  more  and  more  to  your  inmost  experience, 
making  even  this  time  and  method  of  trial  His  chosen 
way  of  your  greatest  blessedness.  This  is  our  fervent 
prayer  for  you,  dear  friend.  And  evermore  so  may  our 
Heavenly  Father  bless  you,  and  all  dear  to  you,  and  order 
all  his  discipline    with    us   all   for  our   Heavenly  Home. 

My  dear  Cousin  Mary: 

I  have  just  received  your  sweet  letter  and  proofs  of  the 
tracts,  and  heartily  rejoice  that  you  are  interesting  your- 
self for  the  poor  Indians.  They  have  long  been  neg- 
lected and  treated  shamefully,  and  now  the  poor  Chinese 
are  sharing  the  same  fate  in  and  by  our  own  country. 
Was  there  ever  a  nation  on  the  face  of  the  earth  that  ever 
so  disgraced  itself  by  the  violation  of  innumerable  treat- 
ies, and  of  all  the  principles  of  love,  justice,  kindness, 
charity  required  in  the  Word  of  God,  especially  to  the 
and  the  helpless,  ignorant  and  untaught,  thrown  by  God 
upon  our  care  as  a  Christian  nation!  Really,  we  can- 
not find  words  to  express  our  grief  and  indignation 
against  the  conduct  of  our  government  and  people,  pro- 
fessing to  be  ,i  Christian  nation.  What  a  bill  tiie  Al- 
mighty iias  against  us!  He  has  settled  one  on  slavery 
in  our  war  and  blood  ;  and  will  He  not  do  it  again,  unless 

we  repent  ? 

From  E.  Harris  about  the  "  Way-marks." 

M\    DEAF    1* am  or  : 

It  Rev.  Mr.  Kinney  chances  to  be  with  you  at  any  tune. 
please  to  plate  a  <op\  ol  Dr.  Wright's  sermon  in  his 
bands.     From  what  1  heard  ol  his  discourse  last  evening, 


8  APPENDIX. 

I  know  that  he  will  be  interested  in  the  simple  and  touch- 
ing memorial  of  one  who,  by  "looking  unto  Jesus,"  was 
enabled  to  triumph  over  death.  By  permission  of  Miss 
West,  who  is  at  present  a  guest  in  our  family,  I  enclose  a 
precious  memento  of  an  influence  your  writings  exert, 
wherever  men  read,  to  be  fearless  and  faithful. 

JAMES  FraSER,  of  the  79th  Highlanders,  may  have 
fallen  at  Alma  or  Inkerman,  in  the  Barrack  hospitals  at 
Scutari,  or  he  may  have  praised  God  with  his  dying 
breath  that  a  Florence  Nightingale  had  soothed  his  last 
hours  on  earth  ;  but  the  "  Way-marks  "  that  he  lost  from 
his  knapsack  while  hurrying  from  Pera  to  the  Galata 
bridge  reveal  to  us  the  food  which  stout  hearts  and  fear- 
less souls  are  wont  to  feed  upon. 

I  may  state  to  you  that  at  the  time  my  dear  sister,  Mrs. 
Rhea,  left  this  city  for  her  work  in  Persia,  I  placed  in  her 
hands  all  or  nearly  all  your  published  works.  She  loved 
to  listen  to  your  instructions  while  with  us,  and  she  care- 
fully digested  your  various  writings. 

Yours,  with  highest  regard, 
E.  Harris. 


Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  David  Banks. 

You  will  remember  the  long  conflict  we  had  in  our 
church  while  the  Doctor  was  maintaining  the  principles 
of  freedom. 

Well,  during  those  seven  years  the  Doctor's  salary  was 
not  regularly  paid,  and  when  the  church  was  sold,  after 
the  lease  of  twenty-one  years  expired,  the  trustees  gener- 
ously computed  the  amount  with  interest,  and  gave  it  to 
him.  But  the  Doctor  and  myself  considered  it  a  sacred 
trust  for  religious  purposes  and  the  spread  of  the  Gospel ; 
and  as  he  could  no  longer  prea.h  regularly  himself,  he 
conveyed  it  over  to  the  two  societies:  two  thirds  to  the 
American  Board  of  Commissioners  for  Foreign  Missions, 
and  one  third  to  the  American  Missionary  Association. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Jut  Friend  Lady  Kinnaird. 

My  dear  Lady  Kinnaird  : 

It  is  some  months  since  we  received  your  letter  convey- 
ing  the   sad    intelligence  of   your  Nlowd  and  honored 


LETTERS.  9 

husband's  death,  which  I  have  wanted  to  acknowledge 
sooner,  but  many  unexpected  demands  upon  my  time  have 
prevented  the  accomplishment  of  my  purpose.  But  we 
have  thought  often  of  you,  and  felt  for  you  in  your  sad 
bereavement,  for  we  well  know  what  a  loss  you  have  sus- 
tained. We  have  never  ceased  to  remember  with  grateful 
regard  the  affectionate  kindness  manifested  bv  your  most 
excellent  husband  and  yourself  for  us,  and  for  your  interest 
in  the  cause  of  humanity.  We  often  look  with  pleasure 
upon  the  beautiful  photographs  you  gave  us,  and  have  much 
enjoyed  the  little  devotional  books,  so  precious  and  com- 
forting. We  had  been  thinking  and  hoping  that  some  day 
you  and  yours  would  visit  our  country  and  allow  us  to  re- 
ciprocate some  of  the  many  kindnesses  we  received  at  your 
beautiful  and  hospitable  mansion  ;  but  alas!  how  little  we 
can  calculate  for  the  future.  God  has  taken  your  beloved 
companion  to  a  better  world,  and  though  you  are  parted 
for  a  little  season,  you  have  the  blissful  assurance  of  a 
happy  reunion  with  him  in  heaven.  My  dear  husband 
desires  me  to  express  his  most  sincere  and  heartfelt  sym- 
pathy for  your  loss,  and  says  he  regards  the  deaths  of 
your  honored  husband  and  Lord  Shaftesbury  as  a  public 
calamity.  I  rejoice  that  God  has  spared  your  little  grand- 
children to  comfort  and  brighten  your  home.  I  can 
never  forget  their  sweet  mother.  She  was  so  attractive 
and  lovely.  We  should  be  greatly  pleased  to  hear  again 
from  you,  at  your  leisure.  And  now  with  our  earnest 
wishes  and  prayers  that  the  God  of  all  consolation  may 
sustain  and  comfort  you, 

I  remain  very  sincerely  yours,  E.  H.  C. 


Mrs.   Codwtses  Litter  to  Dr.   C. 

Dear  Friend  : 

I  mei   with  at  this  place,  and  read   for  the  first  time 
your  work  "Po  the  World  to  Come.'      It  is,  in  my 

judgment,  a  work  of  surpassing  grandeur  of  conception. 
It  wakes  up  in  the  soul  su<  h  sublimit)  and  depth  of 
emotion,  and  withal  is  recalculated  to  promote  practical 
piety,  that,  as  1  closed  the  volume,  I  instinctively  returned 
thanks  to  that  Great  Being  for  using  you  .is  the  instru- 
ment ol  conveying  such  heavenly  knowledge  to  simple, 
ignorant  man  ;  1  thank  him  foi  enriching  and  thoroughly 
furnishing  you  for  the  great  work  holy  calling. 


IO  APPENDIX. 

May  you,  dear  friend,  drink  deep  and  yet  deeper  at 
this  spiritual  fountain  ;  and  may  your  valuable  life  be 
long  spared  as  a  life-giving  teacher,  under  the  "Great 
Teacher,"  to  the  children  of  men. 

Pardon  this  impromptu  expression  of  heartfelt  grati- 
tude. Mr.  Cod  wise  unites  with  me  in  the  expression  of 
the  same  views,  and  believe  me  with  respect  and  affection 
we  unite  in  the  kindest  regards  to  your  excellent  wife. 
Yours,  F.  Codwise. 


From  Mrs.   C.  to  her  Aunt  Hoppin. 

At  the  very  same  moment  we  received  intelligence  of 
Mr.  Cryder's  death,  we  were  summoned  to  the  bedside  of 
Mr.  Washburn,  of  Worcester,  my  husband's  brother-in-law, 
who  was  supposed  to  be  close  on  the  verge  of  the  other 
world.  We  left  immediately,  trusting  we  should  once  more 
see  him,  and  found  him  in  a  most  blissful,  heavenly  frame, 
and  all  ready  for  his  departure.  It  was  vouchsafed  to 
him  the  privilege  of  going  down  to  the  very  brink  of  the 
River  of  Death,  and  finding  his  Saviour  there,  a  very 
present  help  in  time  of  trouble.  The  fear  of  death  was 
all  taken  away,  and  God's  infinite  mercy  and  love  was  re- 
vealed to  him  in  Christ  Jesus.  The  sick-bed  of  a  child  of 
God,  in  the  exercise  of  Faith,  illumined  by  the  Holy 
Spirit  of  God,  is  a  privilege  to  behold,  and  we  felt  it  was 
good  to  be  there.  We  left  him  yesterday,  with  symptoms 
more  favorable,  and  we  trust  tli rough  the  great  goodness 
of  God  he  may  be  spared  to  us  yet  a  little  longer,  and  do 
something  more  for  his  Master  before  he  goes  hence,  to 
be  here  no  more  forever. 


To  Mrs.    Washington  from  Mrs.  C. 

Temple  Grove,  Saratoga  Springs. 
My  very  m  \k  Mrs.  Washington: 

Our  love  has  not  cooled  for  keeping  since  we  bade  you 
good-by.  Our  sick  friend,  Miss  Peters,  was  much  de- 
fight  ed  with  the  flowers;  and  as  to  the  apples,  they  were 
baked  and  eaten  every  day  while  I  was  recovering  from 
my  cold.  I  have  kept  the  lamb  so  long  that  I  feel  almost 
sheepish  in  sending  it  back,  but  hope  the  conductor  will 
deliver  it  before  it  changes  to  mutton.     There,  dear  Mrs. 


LETTERS.  ii 

Washington,  my  miserable  puns  are  quite  as  good  as 
some  of  Mr.  Proctor's  anecdotes  in  Ii  is  book,  so  says  my 
husband. 

The  Doctor  sends  the  proofs  for  Prof.  Lewis  to  your 
care  by  the  conductor,  this  evening  or  to-morrow.  We 
had  a  most  charming  visit  to  you,  dearest  friend,  and 
think  your  children  and  your  home  perfectly  lovely.  It 
carried  me  back  to  the  time  when  your  angels  were 
babies,  and  you  sang  to  us,  as  to  them,  your  sweet,  wild 
lullabies.  A  happy  time  that  can  never  be  forgotten  ! 
My  dear  husband,  with  me,  looks  forward  with  pleasure 
to  the  promised  visit  from  you  all,  and  to  hear  you  sing 
to  us  as  of  old.  We  have  made  a  long  stay  here,  but 
will  leave,  God  willing,  on  Saturday  next  for  Worcester, 
where  we  shall  remain  a  week  or  two,  and  then  return  to 
our  home  in  the  city.  Do  write  us  while  in  Mass.  if  you 
can,  for  I  long  to  hear  from  you.  With  our  dearest  love 
to  all  your  darlings— they  are  so  sweet  and  charming  that 
we  wish  we  could  have  them  with  us  always, — I  must 
stop,  so  good-by,  and  believe  me  ever  your  devotedly  at- 
tached friend,  E.  H.  C. 


From  Mr.   Longfellow  to  Mrs.   C. 

Camijkidgl,   .March  26,   1879. 

Dear  Mrs.  Cheever  : 

If  I  ever  went  from  home  to  visit  anywhere,  I  would 
accept  with  alacrity  your  kind  and  hospitable  invitation 
to  Englewood.  Hut,  alas!  I  have  not  yet  wholly  van- 
quished my  old  enemy  neuralgia,  which  perhaps  you  may 
remember  so  tortured  me  three  years  ago  at  Brunswick. 
Invalids  are  not  pleasant  guests.  The  best  place  for 
them  is  at  home,  where,  in  a  little  round  of  alternate  rest 
and  occupation,  they  can  patiently  wai:  tor  better  daj 
often  think  with  pleasure  of  the  Brunswick  episode  in 
our  lives  when  I  saw  you  for  the  first  time,  and  nut  once 
more  my  old  college  friend  and  classmate  after  an  inter- 
val of  hit)  Ah  me  !  u  hat  ■.  what  dif- 
ferent destinies,  what  different  na  l«»\>  and 
calamities  separate  I  •  have  kn  wn  eai  h  other  in 
youth,  till  the  old  friendships  seem  like  riven  running 
underground;  the  same,  though  unseen. 

But  this  is  a  sentimental  a  >us  invitation, 

which  I  wish  with  all  my  heart  1  ept. 


12  APPENDIX, 

Please  give  my  kindest  and  most  affectionate  remem- 
brances to  your  husband,  whom  I  always  remember  as  a 
youth  under  the  balm  of  Gilead  trees  in  the  college-yard, 
dreaming  and  talking  of  Coleridge,  and  believe  me 
sincerely  and  cordially, 

Henry  W.  Longfellow. 


Dr.  C.  to  Mr.  Longfellow. 

My  dear  Longfellow: 

After  much  unnecessary  delay  I  have  at  length  got  my 
photograph  at  the  disposal  of  our  classmates,  according 
to  our  anniversary  covenant  of  exchange.  It  is  not  so 
good  as  some  that  I  have  received,  but  was  taken  by  the 
same  artist  that  took  Bridge's,  which  I  think  very  good  ; 
and  since  then  I  have  been  reading  your  volumes,  both 
of  prose  and  poetry,  with  a  leisure  such  as  I  have  not  had 
at  command  for  many  years,  and  with  so  much  delight 
that  I  cannot  help  thanking  you  from  the  heart  for  the 
deep  and  pure  enjoyment  of  them.  You  are  so  used  to 
such  acknowledgments,  that  they  may  seem  trite  or  for- 
mal;  but  there  was  nothing  such  in  the  tribute  of  our 
love  and  admiration  at  Commencement.  I  don't  believe 
there  was  ever  in  the  world  any  such  expression  more  heart- 
felt and  sincere.  And  now  you  are  exemplifying  your 
own  encouragement  to  us.  that  Age  hath  its  opportuni- 
ties, and  by  more  interesting  instances  than  that  of  Cato's 
learning  of  Greek,  or  his  stern  old  grandfather  dying  with 
the  Phaedo  in  his  hand.  How  often  do  I  think  of  Words- 
worth's lamentation  over  things  incomplete  and  purposes 
betrayed,  as  making  sadder  transits  over  life's  mystic 
glass  than  noblest  palaces  in  ruins  laid.  God  be  with  us 
all  to  the  end.  When  we  see  by  what  immense  majority 
of  men  life  and  all  its  precious  opportunities  are  wasted, 
wh.it  an  infinite  mercy  to  be  made  an  exception  in  any 
way!  T<>  have  done  one  good  thing,  even  though  it 
were  but  a  cup  of  cold  water  ministered  to  a  thirsty  soul, 
is  worth  a  lifetime.  Your  sweet  words  have  put  many 
such  a  cup  to  many  lips.  Your  poem  of  the  Court  of 
Charlemagne  made  me  think  of  you  in  our  college  walks 
and  recitation-rooms. 

"  Among  them  always  earliest  in  his  place 
Was  Eginherd:  a  youth  of  Turkish  ra 
Whose  face  was  bright  with  flashes  that  forerun 
splendors  <>i  a  yet  unrisen  sun." 


LETTERS.  13 

Dear  Longfellow,  how  much  happiness  it  would  give  us 
to  welcome*  you  in  our  country  home.  It  is  only  fourteen 
miles  from  the  city.  Perhaps  when  you  visit  the  city 
of  the  Centennial  you  may  find  time  to  turn  aside  and 
tarry  with  us  for  a  night.  We  could  minister  to  you  the 
glories  of  sunshine  and  sunset  such  as  you  never  saw  ex- 
celled, either  in  Switzerland  or  Italy,  and  themes  of  sweet 
poetic  inspiration  every  hour.  Mrs.  Cheever  desires  her 
most  affectionate  remembrances,  and  wishes  we  could 
have  a  visit  from  you. 

Ever  most  truly, 

Your  loving  friend  and  classmate, 

G.  B.  C. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  Longfellow. 

Professor  Longfellow,  Dear  Sir: 

We  frequently  recur  with  pleasure  to  the  semi-Centen- 
nial  anniversary  of  so  great  interest  at  Brunswick,  and  if 
we  remember  rightly,  you  gave  us  some  encouragement 
to  hope  that  we  might  some  day  enjoy  a  visit  from  you 
in  our  rural  home  at  Englewood.  May  it  not  be  possible 
for  you  to  come  some  time  this  spring.  We  have  a  pleas- 
ant, quiet  retreat,  in  the  region  of  tiie  Palisades,  and  the 
scenery  is  beautiful.  As  to  that,  my  husband  desires  me 
to  say  that  however  nonsuited  for  him.  vet  for  " Poeta 
Nascitur,"  it  is  a  good  fit,  and  you  would,  he  thinks, 
find  it  pleasant  to  ramble  about  at  your  leisure.  He 
earnestly  hopes  that  you  will  come  and  redeem  this  ex- 
quisite pun  from  ridicule,  and  put  a  soul  of  grand  mean- 
ing in  it  by  your  own  presence.  I  confess  I  don't  think 
much  of  his   puns,  and   this  seems   rai  her  far-fed  lied,  and 

■  1  I  cannot  understand  exactly  what  he  means.     But 
he  has  been  talking  of  a  huge  bowlder  in  our  vi< 

much  wishes  you  i"  behold    as  it  is  the 

extraordinary  and    peri  men    in   our    land. 

ib-  says  again,  you  cannot  find  a  bolder.     1  cannot  cure 
him,  so  must  let  it  g<>;  only  repeating  and  assuring  you 

ild  give  us  ver)  great  pleasure  t'>  welcome  you.    M\ 
husband  desires  bis  most  affectionate  regards,  and  with 

>wn,  W: 

1 .   H.  Chew 


14  APPENDIX. 

Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Carrie  Taylor. 

Are  you  not  all  shocked  at  the  terrible  dynamite  busi- 
ness abroad  and  in  our  own  land?  It  is  truly  alarming, 
and  now  our  people  are  beginning  to  realize  what  a  dan- 
gerous element  there  is  existing  among  us.  Such  mani- 
festations are  indeed  horrible,  but  only  a  small  foresight 
of  what  hell  is  filled  with  :  unredeemed  sinners,  who  are 
the  subjects  of  dreadful,  unrestrained  passions.  How  we 
revolt  at  the  idea  of  spending  eternity  with  such  spirits, 
when  they  are  not  to  be  endured  on  earth  !  Yet  all  are 
doomed  for  that  place  unless  pardoned  and  saved  by  jhe 
all-merciful  Saviour,  who  must  be  sought  with  a  believ- 
ing, penitent,  and  contrite  heart.  Oh,  that  all  would  seek 
and  find  Him  before  it  is  too  late  !  God's  judgments  are 
now  abroad,  and  the  whole  earth  is  fearfully  convulsed. 
God  only  knows  how  it  will  end.  Oh,  to  be  ready  for 
what  may  betide  us  !  for  we  know  not  what  a  day  may 
bring  forth.  Dangers  surround  us  everywhere.  I  want 
you  all,  dear  Carrie,  to  be  safely  and  securely  resting  on 
the  Rock  upheld  by  the  Everlasting  Arms  where  no  harm 
can  befall  you.  God  grant  it  for  the  dear  Redeemer's 
sake.  My  heart  is  continually  with  all  my  dear  ones,  and 
in  much  prayer  for  them. 

Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  J.  Taylor. 

What  a  blessing  it  is  to  feel  that  you  were  preserved 
and  rescued  from  the  dangers  of  the  sea  and  restored  to 
your  comfortable,  pleasant  home!  Oh,  dear  John,  in  all 
things  give  God,  your  Creator,  Preserver,  and  constant 
Benefactor,  all  praise,  and  never  forget  Him  and  He  will 
never  forsake  you,  no,  never.  A  friend  and  classmate 
of  the  Doctor's  has  just  passed  into  the  heavens;  and  oh, 
John,  how  I  wish  I  could  see  you  and  tell  you  what  a 
beautiful,  triumphant  death-bed  scene  it  was  !  He  s.iid 
the  indications  that  he  was  approaching  heaven  made 
him  perfectly  happy.  It  was  all  rapture  and  joy  and 
peace.  Not  a  cloud  nor  doubt,  for  Jesus  had  died  to 
atone  for  his  sins.  ;md  on  Him  he  was  resting  in  the  full 
assurance  of  being  forever  with  his  Saviour. 

From  Dr.  C.  to  M/ss  Lily  Taylor. 

My  dearest  Lily  : 

I  don't  see  What  in  the  world  you  desire  a  letter  from 
me  for.      Nevertheless,  it  is  an  honor  to  be  asked  to  write 


LETTERS.  15 

to  an  intelligent  and  charming  young  lady  anywhere' 
and  if  I  had  the  leisure  I  should  certainly  esteem  it  a 
privilege  to  correspond  with  forty  a  day,  or  even,  if  it 
were  possible,  as  many  as  Solomon  himself  used  to  ad- 
dress. My  private  correspondence  would  in  such  a  case 
be  voluminous,  as  his  must  have  been  with  seven  hundred 
wives  to  attend  to.  No  wonder  they  turned  away  his 
heart  and  consumed  it  entirely.  Have  you  got  so  far  in 
your  arithmetic  as  to  be  able  to  work  the  sum  :  Suppos- 
ing a  man's  heart  divided  among  seven  hundred  wives  ; 
how  much  real  affection  would  there  be  for  each  one, 
and  how  much  peace  and  comfort  for  himself?  For  my 
part,  I  am  satisfied  with  one  loving  heart,  and  I  doubt  not, 
dear  Lily,  you  will  be  likewise  when  you  come  to  choose; 
and  meanwhile  you  will  have  been  well  disciplined  in  af- 
fection by  having  so  many  dear  ones  round  you,  each  of 
whom  you  love  with  all  your  heart.  We  are  glad  to  hear 
from  you,  and  hope  you  are  all  well,  as  you  seemed  to  be 
when  you  gave  us  your  description  of  Newport.  It  is 
certainly  very  interesting  to  hear  about  the  girls  that 
have  the  mumps,  and  those  whose  tonsils  are  cut,  and 
other  extraordinary  operations.  As  to  the  transplanta- 
tion of  some  lovely  household  flower  into  other  gardens, 
the  thing  is  so  customary  that  we  should  not  be  sur- 
prised at  any  time  to  hear  that  you  yourself  were 
plucked  and  carried  off  in  triumph  by  some  enthusiastic 
floriculturist.  If  my  hard  words  trouble  you,  Fanny  will 
help  you  out  ;  but  1  remember  when  at  your  age  we  used 
to  spell  latitudiparian— anybody  that  could  do  that  had 
the  range  of  the  whole  dictionary;  and  there  have  been  a 
good  many  harder  words  than  that  put  into  our  vocabu- 
lary since  then.  The  girls  now  wear  hoops  that  even  the 
boys  then  would  not  have  been  tail  enough  to  trundle. 

Well,  dear  Lily,  1  hope  you  will  keep  pace  with  the 
spirit  of  the  age  in  all  good  things,  and  throw  away  all 
us  evils  and  imperfections,  so  as  to  be  yourself  th< 
blossom  and  fruit  of  all  that  is  good  and  lovely.  Take 
all  your  dear  brothers  and  sisters  with  you  in  the  race, 
and    may  it   be  eternal;    and   SO   good  by,  dear    Lily,  with 

love  to  .ill,  your  aifi  1  tionate 


1 6  APPENDIX. 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  John  Taylor. 
My  dear  John: 

The' past  month,  and  in  fact  all  summer,  with  the  ex- 
ception of  a  very  few  days,  has  been  indescribably  lovely, 
and  now  these  autumnal  days  are  glorious  indeed.  The 
grass  as  green  as  in  early  June,  the  foliage  scarcely 
changed,  and  the  air  soft  and  balmy  ;  it  does  one  good  10 
breathe  it.  Heaven  and  earth  all  combine  to  make  our 
globe  a  paradise,  yet  how  unmindful  is  man  of  his  Creator, 
God,  and  how  unwilling  to  serve  and  adore  him.  Oh,  the 
madness  of  man,  when  God  has  given  him  the  power  to 
comprehend,  and  the  heart  to  love,  that  he  should  be 
negligent  and  unwilling  to  acknowledge  and  praise  Him  ! 
Why  is  it,  when  we  have  the  privilege  and  the  offer  and 
the  ear  of  the  Almighty  Ruler  of  this  universe,  that  we 
are  so  reluctant  to  draw  near  to  him?  What  a  favor  we 
should  esteem  it  if  an  earthly  potentate  should  be  so  con- 
descending! How  every  tongue  would  praise  and  every 
knee  would  bow  in  adoration  !  Again  I  say,  oh  the  mad- 
ness of  man  to  despise  and  reject  such  a  ruler  and  such  a 
kind  heavenly  benefactor!  for  in  Him  we  live  and  move, 
and  from  Him  receive  all  things  that  we  have  and  enjoy 
on  earth.  His  mercies  are  unnumbered,  and  He  is  con- 
tinually doing  us  good,  and  withholding  nothing  that  is 
for  our  highest  good.  Oh,  dear  John,  let  this  be  your 
determination,  whatever  others  may  resolve  upon:  "As 
for  me  and  my  house,  we  will  serve  the  Lord."  Heaven 
and  earth  will  some  day  pass  away,  but  this  resolve  ful- 
filled will  carry  you  to  those  mansions  of  glory  where  you 
will  find  everlasting  happiness  and  rest.  You  will  be 
sorrv  to  learn  that  cousin  VV.  H.,  the  Governor,  is  in  deep 
grief  for  the  loss  of  his  beloved  wife.  Hut  her  end  was 
perfect  peace,  trusting  in  her  all-sufficient  Saviour.  Cousin 
writes  me  it  is  the  only  consolation  he  has  in  her  removal 
from  him.  It  is  the  only  comfort  to  survivors  when  we 
ran  have  the  assurance  of  their  eternal  happiness.  I  en- 
close a  scrap  from  a  newspaper  for  your  dear  wife,  which 
may  give  some  useful  hints  for  the  management  of  her 
precious  little  ones.  I  have  an  idea  that  she  is  very  per- 
fect in  the  government  of  her  household,  and  she  may  be 
in  her  children,  hut  there  can  be  no  harm  to  have  sug- 
gestions occasionally.     Much  love  to  your  wife. 

Ever  your  loving 

Aunt  Lizzie. 


LETTERS.  17 

Letter  to  Dr.  C,  with  presentation  of  Piano  from  "Puri- 
tan "  to  Mrs.  C. 

Under  the  ministry  of  the  beloved  and  honored  pastor 
of  the  Church  of  the  Puritans  my  soul  has  been  often  re- 
freshed, through  his  preaching,  under  God.  I  have  been 
inspired  with  an  increasing  love  of  justice  and  hatred  of 
oppression.  That  I  have  been  placed,  in  the  good  provi- 
dence of  God,  under  such  faithful  teaching,  I  shall  ever  re- 
gard as  cause  for  increasing  gratitude.  "  I  had  rather  be 
a  doorkeeper  in  the  house  of  my  God  (with  such  a  teacher) 
than  to  dwell  in  the  tents  of  wickedness,"  or  hold  the 
highest  position  in  a  "  popular"  church,  where  they  are 
"too  religious"  to  defend  the  cause  of  the  poor  and  the 
oppressed. 

Having  enjoyed  such  privileges,  I  feel  that  the  language 
of  Paul,  in  regard  to  "them  of  Macedonia  and  Achaia"  is 
applicable  to  me.  "For  if  the  Gentiles  have  been  made 
partakers  of  their  spiritual  things,  their  duty  is  also  to 
minister  unto  them  in  carnal  things."  While  grateful  to  the 
Author  of  all  our  mercies,  it  is  but  meet  that  some  tan- 
gible proof  of  our  regard  should  be  given  to  His  servants 
who  minister  in  holy  things.  If  we  minister  unto  them  in 
"carnal  things,"  it  is  but  an  inadequate  return  for  the 
"spiritual  things"  we  are  made  partakers  of  through  their 
instrumentality.  These  considerations  prompt  me  to 
lit  this  piano  to  the  faithful  wife  of  the  Rev.  Geo. 
B.  Cheever,  D.D. 

May  its  music  be  like  the  loving,  gentle  voice  of  dear 
friends  to  cheer  and  comfort  you  !  I  don't  know  that  it  cm 
infuse  more  poetry  into  the  Doctor's  sermons,  though  I 
have  understood  that  he  once  said  that  he  could  write 
with  greater  ease  while  skilful  lingers  were  dancing 
the  keys;  but  it  may  infuse  more  music  into  his  soul.  If 
by  it  the  strain  upon    his  nervous  system  should  be  in  any 

measure  relaxed;  if  it  should  have  any  tendency,  even  the 
■  to  make  him,  to  use  his  own  language,  "as  free  from 
care  as  the  lark  that  sings  in  the  meadow";  if  it  should 
make  one  wrinkle  upon  ins  brow  of  slower  growth,  o I 
retard  the  work  of  old  age  by  but  a  single  day,  then  I 
shall  esteem  myself  happy.  I  shall  bless  the  Lord  i"i 
enabling  me  to  refresh  one  of  His  honored  prophets  and 

lighten  his  burdens  with  a  little  music. 

PURl  1  an. 


». 


1 8  APPENDIX. 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  dear  Relative  in  China. 

December. 

My  very  dear  Annie  : 

I  much  wonder  at  your  long  silence,  for  I  have  had  no 
response  from  my  letters  to  you.  Have  you  forgotten 
me  ?  I  do  not  cease  to  love  or  think  of  you  by  day  or 
night.  Sometimes  vou  appear  in  my  dreams.  Only  re- 
cently I  saw  you  in  my  slumbers,  looking  fresh  and 
lovely,  and  I  exclaimed,  How  is  it  possible,  dear  A.,  that 
you  have  preserved  your  youth  and  freshness  in  the  hot 
climate  of  China,  when  the  residents  of  many  years  there 
return  with  sallow  complexions?  I  hope,  dear  child,  that 
you  do  keep  young  in  body,  heart,  and  mind.  We  can, 
by  cultivating  a  spirit  of  cheerfulness  and  resting  our 
burdens  on  the  Lord.  Why  should  we  ever  feel  old  when 
we  are  only  on  the  portal  of  our  existence  ?  "  Immortal 
youth."  How  pleasant  the  thought,  yet  how  hard  to  re- 
alize a  life  without  change,  and  the  blessedness  of  that 
world  to  which  we  are  fast  hastening  !  I  do  hope,  dear 
A.,  we  shall  all  be  ready  for  it  when  summoned  to  leave 
this  world  of  so  many  cares  and  sorrows.  I  long  to  see 
you,  but  fear  it  may  be  a  long  time  before  I  can  have  that 
pleasure,  if  you  are  intending  to  make  China  your  per- 
manent home.  What  has  induced  you  to  build?  I  can 
only  feel  reconciled  by  the  thought  of  your  doing  good 
among  the  poor  Chinese.  I  hope  you  still  continue  your 
efforts  among  them,  "  for  they  that  win  souls  to  Christ  are 
to  shine  as  the  stars  in  the  Redeemer's  kingdom  for  ever 
and  ever."  What  a  glorious  promise,  and  worth  striving 
for!  All  else  is  "vanity  and  vexation  of  spirit,"  and  is 
soon  gone.  The  life  here  is  "as  a  tale  that  is  told,  and 
flies  swifter  than  a  weaver's  shuttle."  While  we  are  rea- 
soning and  planning  for  life  (as  some  author  - 
life  is  gone,  and  it  is  marvellous  how  nun  waste  their 
precious  moments,  and  toil  and  labor  for  that  which,  when 
gained,  only  brings  with  it  sorrow  and  disappointment. 
But  to  be  rich  in  faith  and  good  works  is  an  inheritance 
which  can  never  be  taken  from  US. 

I  suppose  you  hear  often  from  your  loved  ones  at  home. 
It  was  quite  late  in  the  autumn  before  we  returned  from 
our  summer  tour,  and  having  taken  a  sudden  and  severe 
cold,  it  has  confined  me  to  the  house  almost  ever  since,  so 
that  I  have  not  been  to  town  ;  consequently  have  not 
or  heard  of  any  news  to  communicate.  All  are  well,  how- 
ever.    We  much  enjoy  our  pleasant  home  and   its  lovely 


LETTERS.  19 

surroundings.  I  wish  we  could  have  a  visit  from  you  and 
S.  We  live  comfortably  and  trust  are  grateful  for  our 
many  mercies.  All  my  trouble  is,  that  so  many  are  going 
in  the  path  of  sin  and  neglecting  their  soul's  salvation. 
1  long  for  them  to  be  aroused  before  it  is  too  late.  .  .   . 

Do  let  me  hear  from  you  soon,  dear  A.,  all  about  your 
plans,  your  home,  and  everything  that  concerns  you. 
Don't  let  such  a  long  time  elapse  without  a  line  from  you. 
I  long  to  hear  from  you.  The  Doctor  is  quite  well,  and 
the  same  good,  devoted  husband  as  ever.  We  have  just 
passed  our  thirty-third  wedding  anniversary.  It  has  been 
a  life  of  poetry  and  full  of  happiness,  God  be  praised. 
Perhaps  our  letters  have  been  lost  in  the  frequent  mail 
robberies  on  the  Pacific  coast.  I  suppose  you  receive  all 
the  papers,  and  are  kept  informed  of  all  that  is  going  on 
in  political  life  and  the  general  topics  of  the  day.  I  can- 
not write  more,  as  it  pains  me  to  stoop,  and  I  am  for- 
bidden to  use  my  right  arm,  as  it  seems  to  increase  my 
cough.  I  have  had  some  slight  bronchial  disturbance, 
but  it  is  nearly  all  over  now.     Still  I  must  be  careful.  .  .  . 

Good-by,  darling.  Hoping  to  see  you  soon,  I  am,  as  ever, 
ycur  loving  aunt. 

Love  to  Sheppard.  Lizzie. 


From  Dr.  C.  to  Mrs.  C. 

CAMBRIDGEPORT,  Monday  night,  aAer  lecture. 
Well,  my  dear,  darling  love,  I  find  myself,  through  the 
loving  kindness  of  our  Heavenly  Father,  mercifully  pro- 
tected and  brought  safely  here,  where  I  am  most  hos- 
pitably entertained  in  a  very  lovely  family,  at  the  head  of 
which  is  ason  of  one  of  my  old  friend-  in  Boston,  and  .,11 
seeming  as  kind  and  affectionate  a-  if  ilnv  too  had 
old  friends.  It  is  really  very  pleasant  and  makes  me 
greatly  wish  that  you  were  with  me.  you  won  d  find 

delightful.    And  to-night  I  have  got  through  the  dreaded 

experiment  «.(  the  trial  of  my  first  lecture  very  much  more 
comfortably  than  I  expected,  and  with  a  very  large  ami 
patient  audience,  although  I  am  qu  lythat 

it  tool,  me  and  them  an  hour  and  a  half     1  fighting  and 

shearing,  I  furious  in  the  pulpit,  and  the) 
pursuing  in  the  pew-.     It   1-  not  more  than  once  in  a 
year  that  they  are  surprised  into  such  a  steepl* 


2o  APPENDIX. 

I  am  not  very  much  concerned,  seeing  that  no  necks  were 
broken;  and  there  being  no  galleries,  nobody  could  fall 
down  dead  from  an  upper  window,  overcome  with  sleep 
by  Paul's  long  preaching.  Now,  my  dearest  love,  I  hope 
your  kind  dear  friend,  Miss  Linsey,  is  with  you,  com- 
forting and  rejoicing  your  heart,  and  in  that  hope  I  feel 
much  more  at  ease  concerning  you  than  I  should  if  I 
thought  you  were  alone.  Pray  give  her  my  kindest  re- 
membrances, and  tell  her  I  was  sorry  not  to  have  been 
able  to  see  her  before  I  left.  I  am  regretting  not  being 
able  to  get  this  letter  in  the  post  for  to-night,  as  the  delay 
will  cost  a  day  longer  before  you  can  receive  it.  Don't  be 
too  anxious  about  the  house,  for  though  judicious  efforts 
on  our  part  may  help  towards  getting  a  purchaser,  anxi- 
eties will  not,  and  I  presume  the  Lord  knoweth  already 
who  is  to  buy  the  house,  and  when,  unless  some  one  is  to 
rent  it,  and  that  he  knows  also.  Therefore  consume  not 
yourself  with  care  about  anything,  unless  it  be  your  hus- 
band's obstinate  long-windedness.  The  guitar  in  my 
head  made  wondrous  music  to-night.  Had  I  been  with 
the  Highland  regiment  in  India,  advancing  to  the  relief 
of  Lucknow,  and  blown  my  nose  in  front  of  the  ranks, 
the  besieged  would  have  heard  it  long  before  the  noise  of 
the  Scotch  bagpipes,  and  would  have  rejoiced  accord- 
ingly. But  my  hearers  here  doubtless  wished  they  could 
have  put  bagpipes,  guitar,  and  a  sack  of  cobwebs  down  my 
speaking  trumpet  before  I  got  through.  The  Lord  bless 
you  and  keep  you,  dearest  love,  as  the  apple  of  His  eye. 
Ever  your  loving  husband.  George'. 


Mrs.  C.  to  Jier  Husband. 

My  own  dear  Precious  One  : 

I  was  truly  glad  to  receive  your  sweet,  affectionate  note 
from  Worcester  to-day.  It  was  a  comfort  to  my  sorrow- 
ful heart.  I  say  sorrowful,  because  I  can  never  feel  other- 
wise in  your  absence ;  and  how  can  I  when  you  are  the 
light  and  life  and  joy  of  my  existence.  But  you  must  be 
happy,  dearest,  and  improve  every  moment  in  growing- 
fat  and  treasuring  up  all  the  sayings  and  doings  of  every- 
body, so  as  to  communicate  fully  on  your  return,  I  shall 
■u  a  thousand  questions,  and  a-  some  compensation 
for  these  long,  dreary  days,  shall  expect  the  most  satis- 
factory   information.      I    know    you    will    enjoy   yourself 


LETTERS.  21 

among  our  many  dear  friends,  and  wish  so  much  that  I 
could  be  vv i tli  you,  sharing  their  hospitality  and  kindness. 
You  must  stop  one  Sabbath  at  Worcester  with  good  Mr. 
Washburn  and  Lizzie,  and  not  hurry  home  on  my  account. 
I  long  to  see  you,  but  as  much  as  I  desire  to  have  you  with 
me,  yet  I  should  forego  any  pleasure  and  make  any  sacri- 
fice rather  than  your  health  should  suffer  for  the  want  of 
a  change.  Now,  my  darling  husband,  do  for  my  sake  at- 
tend  carefully  to  yourself,  and  do  not  lecture  too  often, 
neither  eat  at  night,  or  drive  yourself,  and  be  careful  in  get- 
ting in  and  out  of  the  cars.  Miss  Owen  did  not  come,  as 
she  promised,  and  George  has  dined  abroad  every  day 
since  you  left;  but  I  manage  to  live  and  will  strive  ro  be 
happy  and  contented  for  your  sake,  so  don't  be  troubled. 
How  funny  your  description  of  me  at  the  telegraph  station. 
I  always  laugh  when  I  think  of  it.  A  letter  from  Boston 
has  just  been  received,  desiring  to  know  the  subject  of 
your  proposed  lecture  at  the  Tremont  Temple,  and  when 
you  will  arrive,  and  where  you  may  be  found  by  the  com- 
mittee ;  also,  that  Mr.  Charles  Froth ingham,  the  former 
correspondent,  has  resigned  his  office  as  secretary,  and  you 
must  direct  to  Mr.  John  J.  Foster.  Cousin  James  Hoppin 
will  goto  Miss  Demming;  I  am  truly  sorry,  tor  it  would 
give  me  such  pleasure  to  entertain  him,  particularly  as  1 
am  so  much  alone.  Do  remember  me  with  much  love  to 
his  dear  wife  and  little  one;  also  to  kind  Mr.  Waters. 
He  must  come  on  this  winter  ami  cheer  us  with  his  hearty 
laugh.  1  hope  he  will  give  you  a  bag  of  coffee.  Now, 
dearest,  good-by.  Write  me  daily,  and  with  ever  SO 
much  love,  and,  as  dear  little  Essie  says,  so  many  kisses, 
Your  fondly  attacked  and  loving 

Lizzie. 

1  received  your  letter  dated  Tuesday  this  evening;  hope 
to  have  another  to-morrow.  Direct  my  letters  to  your 
«.ne  or  1  shall  not  receive  them.  They  will  not  deliver 
letters  from  the  lower  office   unl<  care.     1  hope 

you  will  not  have  the  night-mare.  My  last  thought  is  >-t 
you  at  night,  and  to  God's  kind  care  1  recommend  you. 
( i'  n  >d-by. 

1  have  been  reading  Stanley's  travels  through  the  dark 

continent  ol  Africa.     It  is  intensely  interesting     as  much 

a  novel.    What  a  field  for  missionary  work  !    Stanley 

has  opened  the  way  as  well  as  Livingstone,  and  with  the 

projected  railway,  we  shall  soon  see  Ethiopia  extending 


22  APPENDIX. 

her  hands  to  God  and  Heaven.  What  a  glorious  spectacle 
when  the  kingdoms  of  the  world  shall  become  the  king- 
dom of  our  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and  all  the  families  of 
mankind  shall  be  blessed  in  Him  !  The  Seventy-second 
Psalm  is  about  to  be  fulfilled,  and  "  He  shall  have  do- 
minion from  sea  to  sea;  and  from  the  Livingstone  River 
to  the  ends  of  the  earth."  The  kings  of  Tarshish  shall 
bring  presents ;  the  kings  of  Sheba  and  Seba  shall  offer 
gifts.  Yea,  all  kings  shall  fall  down  before  Him.  All 
nations  shall  serve  Him." 

And  our  nation — what  of  us,  ourselves?  Have  we  yet 
even  begun  His  service  ?  which  consists  of  sparing  the  poor 
and  needy  and  saving  the  souls  of  the  needy?  Look  at 
the  tenement  houses  ;  look  at  the  Chinese  ;  look  at  the 
Indians;  look  at  the  negroes,  and  the  shot-gun  policy 
with  which  they  are  treated  !  What  a  bill  God  has  against 
us,  a  professedly  Christian  nation  !  I  tremble.  Good- 
by,  dear  Sarah,  and  with  love  to  dear  Willie  and  your 
better  half, 

Ever  yours  affectionately, 

E.  H.  C. 


The  Doctor's  Letter.     Prescription  for  Rheumatism  from 
Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Hunter. 

My  dear  Fanny  : 

I  am  very  sorry  to  hear  that  you  are  such  a  sufferer  from 
rheumatism,  and  I  want  to  ask  Dr.  King  to  give  you  some 
preparation. 

It  is  a  mixture  of  Potassium  and  Soda  Tart.,  bi-Car- 
bonate  Potass.,  Acetat  Potass.  |  i,  with  Vim  Lem.  Colch. 
3  ii,  and  syr.  Aurant  q.  s.  facere  ^  viii  — S.  Tablespoonful 
three  times  a  day  in  carbonic  acid  water.  A  syphon 
bottle  of  carbonic  acid  water. 

If  you  can't  read  this  and  decipher  and  understand,  it 
is  just  because  you  are  no  more  of  a  chemist  or  doctor 
than  we  arc,  who  are  nothing  at  all.  but  have  to  take  on 
trust  what  the  doctors  write  out  for  us.  Perhaps  if  you 
chew  up  this  leaf  of  Lizzie's  letter,  and  keep  it  in  your 
mouth  till  bed-time,  as  you  would  a  piece  of  spruce  gum, 
or  as  some  would  a  quid  of  tobacco,  taking  it  out,  how- 
ever, before  you  go  to  sleep,  it  would  have  all  the  effect  of 
a  bottle  of  the  prescription  made  up.  If,  however  you 
prefer  the  liquid,  just  hand  over  the  paper  to  Dr.  King, 


LETTERS.  23 

who  will  be  able  to  put  it  into  English,  or  guess  pretty 
accurately  at  its  meaning.  I  have  no  doubt  he  will  think 
it  was  intended  for  something  good,  and  probably  he  can 
make  out  of  it  something  better  than  the  inventor  ever 
thought  possible.  It  is  worth  trying.  Our  dear  Lizzie 
thinks  it  is  doing  her  good,  though  she  has  very  little  faith 
in  doctors  and  wishes  to  get  rid  of  them  just  as  soon  as 
possible,  and  generally  says  that  their  coming  is  the  cause 
of  her  sickness. 

Some  people  are  very  ungrateful,  but  it  can't  be  helped  ; 
for  in  this  case  it  is  simple  unbelief,  not  ingratitude,  she 
being  very  thankful  for  all  the  merciful  restoration  of 
health  experienced  and  hoped  for  through  whatever  in- 
strumentalities. She  hopes,  and  we  both  do,  that  you  will 
soon  be  better;  but  she  is  quite  resolved  not  to  put  pen 
again  to  her  letter,  seeing  how  I  have  spoiled  it,  and  in- 
sists on  my  finishing  what  I  have  spoiled.  Another  proof 
of  ingratitude,  but  doubtless  from  want  of  belief  in  my 
good  and  kind  intentions.  It  occurs  to  me,  as  she  has 
compelled  me  to  go  on  with  this  sheet,  that  if  you  would 
write  out  the  names  of  John's  daughters,  or  get  Dr.  King 
to  do  so,  putting  a  word  or  two  of  Latin  before  them, 
fiat  quant,  suff.,  or  something  equal,  and  send  it  as  a  recipe 
to  your  druggist  to  be  put  up,  something  very  powerful 
would  be  returned  to  you.  Take  of  Zenobia,  3  ii,  Eudora, 
5  viii,  mingle  C.Millet,  ?  i,  syr.  Franconia,  J  iv,  Orlando, 
fvi,  and  take  it  in  a  bottle  of  Hiram  Wilson  after  each 
meal.  If  you  wish  to  give  it  a  more  Scriptural  air,  you 
might  take  the  names  of  the  daughters  of  Zelophehad, 
and  tell  the  druggist  to  send  you  a  decoction  of  Malah 
and  Noah,  Hoglah,  Milcah,  and  Tirzah  with  a  phial  of 
Aaron's  rod  that  budded. 

We  are  delighted  at  the  grace  and  beauty  with  which 
dear  John  is  populating  the  English  world.  What  a  sweet 
and  charming  woman  he  must  have  gained  as  his  wife ! 
\V<  ought  to  have  them  all  in  this  country,  and  hope  they 
will  noi  always  be  expatriated.  It  i>  delightful  I 
your  dear  children  growing  up  so  prosperous  and  goodly, 
like  dars  of  Lebanon,  01   perhaps  1  should  say 

palms  "i  Palmyra,  Zenobia  being  queen  and  first-born  of 
the   grandchildren.      fohn   ought    10   write  an   Oriental 

and  bring  them    all    in.       hear    Lizzie   sits  knitting  a 

pan  of  stockings,  like  grandma,  and  tells  me  to  take  up 
in\  stitches  and  say  what  a  noble  brother  fohn  has  been 

to  Willie,  and  how  glad  we  aie  that  he  promises  BO  well  to 


^4  APPENDIX. 

reward  him  for  all  his  affection  and  faithfulness.  I  believe 
Lizzie  thinks  you  have  no  right  to  have  the  rheumatism, 
or  any  other  ailment  of  humanity,  with  so  many  dear 
children  belonging  to  you.  Dear  Lizzie  will  have  to  add 
her  signature  to  this,  with  my  love  to  Bessie  and  all,  and 
her  endorsement  of  the  prescription  for  Dr.  King.  And  so, 
dearest  Fanny,  good-by.  A  nice  dose  for  you. 
Adieu. 


Mrs.  C.  to  the  Pilot's  Home. 


My  dear  Friends  of  the  Pilot's  Home: 

I  received  your  kind  note  acknowledging  the  few  books 
I  sent,  and  as  it  seems  an  acceptable  gift,  I  take  the  liberty 
of  adding  a  few  more  volumes  to  your  library.  I  am  ex- 
tremely gratified  to  learn  from  Mrs.  Wilbur  of  the  pros- 
perity of  your  enterprise,  and  hope  by  the  blessing  of  God 
it  may  grow  into  a  great  institution.  You  have  now,  I 
believe,  quite  a  good  library,  and  perhaps  a  fund  might  be 
raised  to  enable  you  to  enlarge  your  operations.  I  have 
great  pleasure  in  adding  my  mite,  which  I  herewith  en- 
close. > 

Wishing  you  every  possible  success,  and  the  mercy  of 
God  unto  life  eternal,  I  am  sincerelv  vour  friend, 

E.  H.  C. 

To  the  Pilot's  Reading-room,  Newport,  R.  J. 


Resolutions  of  the  Pilot's,   Boatman's,  and  WorkingmatC* 

Association,  presented  to  Mrs.  C. 

At  a  meeting  of  the  Pilot's,  Boatman's,  and  Working- 
man's  Association,  held  at  their  reading-room  Monday 
evening,  fanuary  6,  the  following  resolutions  were  read  and 
passed,  and  a  copy  ordered  to  be  sent  to  Mrs.  Dr.  Cheever; 

"  Whereas,  By  the  kind  benevolence  of  Mrs.  Dr.  Cheever 
some  twenty  or  more  volumes  of  books  and  pamphlets, 
and  a  Testament  to  every  member,  have  been  presented 
to  the  reading-room  of  the  Pilot's,  Boatman's,  and 
Workingman's  Association,  then-ton-  resolved,  That  the 
members  of  the  Pilot's.  Boatman's,  and  Workingman's 
Association    tender    their    kindest    thanks    to    Mrs.    Dr. 


LETTERS.  25 

Cheever  for  thus  generously  presenting  to  their  reading- 
room  such  a  nice  and  valuable  collection  of  books.'' 

Please  to  accept  this  as  a  testimonial  of  our  just  appre- 
ciation of  your  kind  and  generous  heart. 

For,  and  in  behalf  of,  the  Pilot's,  Boatman's, and  Work- 
ingman's  Association, 

Henry  P.  Williams,  Secy. 
Emily  O.  Gibbes,  President. 


ENGLEWOOD,  New  Jersey,  January  16. 
My  dear  Mary  : 

I  cannot  allow  this  season  to  pass  without  sending  you 
our  warm  greetings  and  kind  wishes  for  the  New  Year. 
I  ofien  think  of  you,  dear  Mary,  and  feel  for  you  in  your 
many  trials.  How  disheartening  they  would  be  but  for 
the  assurance  you  have  that  the  eternal  God  is  leading  and 
directing;  and  underneath  are  the  Everlasting  Arms  and 
the  comforting,  precious  promise,  "  As  thy  days,  so  shall 
thy  strength  be"  !  What  a  blessed  thing  to  know,  that  in 
all  the  sorrows  and  vicissitudes  of  life  God  is  leading  His 
trusting  children,  disciplined  by  them,  to  their  final  home 
in  heaven  ! 

I  was  grieved  to  hear  of  Mrs.  M.'s  death.  What  a  loss 
to  Cousin  Clara!  She  was  a  charming  woman.  I  always 
loved  her,  though  1  had  not  seen  much  of  her  in  late 
years.  We  were  playmates  in  childhood,  and  I  well  re- 
member her  kind,  tender  sympathy  for  me  once,  in  my 
home-sickness,  and  her  earnest  pleadings  with  her  mother 
to  rouse  her  brother  Charles  from  his  slumbers  to  take 
me  to  dear  Mrs.  Russell, where  I  was  comforted.  Mrs.  K. 
has  not,  1  believe,  forgotten  it. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  dear  Friend  in  England. 
M v  dear  Friend: 

you  cannot  know  how  pleased  and  gratified  1  was  to 
hear  from  you  once  more.  1  have  long  been  wishing  to 
communicate  with  you,  but  not  knowing  your  where' 
abouts  could  not,  ami  I  have  felt  sad  and  disappointed. 
Von  (.in  then  imagine  my  pleasure  when  1  received,  a  few 
weeks  since,  your  affectionate  letter  from  London,  a 
ing  us  that  we  were  not  forgotten.     I  wrote  you 


26  APPENDIX. 

your  young  friend's  return  to  England  from  this  country, 
but  not  receiving  any  reply,  concluded  the  letter  had  been 
miscarried,  or  you  had  gone  to  Switzerland. 

So,  dear  friend,  you  are  again  bereaved  in  the  removal 
of  a  dear  sister.  I  mourn  with  you,  but  I  doubt  not  you 
have  every  consolation,  and  can  with  trusting  faith  cast  all 
your  cares  and  trials  on  Him,  for 

"  All  unseen  the  Master  walketh 

By  the  toiling  servant's  side  ; 

Comfortable  words  he  talketh, 

While  His  hands  uphold  and  guide. 

"  Grief,  nor  pain,  nor  any  sorrow 

Rends  thy  heart  to  him  unknown  ; 
He  to-day,  and  He  to-morrow, 
Grace  sufficient  gives  his  own." 

We  have  once  more  had  the  pleasure  of  welcoming  our 
old  friend,  Gavazzi,  to  our  beloved  shore,  and  most  grate- 
ful we  have  been  to  see  him.  He  has  very  little  changed 
in  his  personal  appearance,  and  is  the  same  bold,  eloquent, 
powerful  orator  as  ever.  What  wonderful  changes  have 
been  wrought  in  his  beloved  Italy  through  his  instru- 
mentality !  God  be  praised  !  I  thought  of  you  when  I 
saw  him,  for  I  knew  what  a  warm  admirer  of  him  you 
always  were.  He  spent  a  day  with  us  in  our  rural  home, 
and  we  hope  to  have  a  longer  visit  from  him  before  he 
leaves  America. 


Dr.  C.'s  Letter  to  Mr.  Samuel  Wetmore. 

My  very  dear  and  kind  Brother: 

There  is  a  well-known  proverb — A  Saturday's  dream 
and  Sunday's  told,  will  come  to  pass  before  'tis  old. 
There  may  be  truth  in  it,  and  if  so.  then  equally  a  Sun- 
day's dream  told  Monday  will  more  likely  still  come  to 
pass.  I  hope  it  may  be  so  with  mine,  and  therefore  I 
shall  tell  it.  Last  night  I  dreamed  that  I  met  your  dear, 
sainted  sister  Mary,  1  know  not  where,  but  somewhere  in 
this  world,  and  she  appeared  very  sorrowful  because  o! 
your  illness,  but  told  me  th.it  she-  hoped  you  had  become 
a  true  Christian,  or  was  seeking  to  be  such  in  prayer,  and 
she  wished  me  to  see  you,  and  encourage  and  comfort  you. 
Just  think  of  it!  I  told  her  I  would  endeavor  to  see  you 
in  the  evening,  and  now  I  certainly  will  not  fail  to  deliver 


, 


LETTERS.  27 

her  message,  for  she  said  you  had  been  deeply  inpressed  by 
something  you  had  read  or  heard  from  the  Rev.  Mr.  Birks, 
and  I  think  she  added  that  you  had  received  much  com- 
fort and  peace  from  his  teaching.  Now  this  was  a  little 
remarkable,  but  may  be  accounted  for  partly  by  the  fact 
that  I  had  been  reading  some  of  Mr.  Birk's  excellent 
annotations  on  "  Paley's  Evidences  of  Christianity."  Now, 
if  the  spirits  of  those  dear  to  us  on  earth  who  have  gone 
before  us  into  glory  are  permitted  the  blessed  privilege  of 
revisiting  this  earth,  sometimes,  on  errands  of  love  and 
mercy  to  those  dear  to  them,  I  know  not  why  this  may 
not  have  been  one  of  those  blissful  transactions  of  anxiety 
and  love.  At  any  rate,  I  feel  that  I  ought  to  report  the 
dream  to  you  and  leave  its  interpretation  with  you.  May 
God's  infinite,  precious  grace  bless  you  with  it  and  in  it, 
and  make  the  loving  message  of  your  angel  sister  a  fulfil- 
ment in  your  own  happiness,  preparing  you  to  join  her 
before  the  throne  of  God  in  glory,  to  sing  the  song  of 
M  s  and. the  Lamb.  I  can't  tell  you  the  deep  impression 
made  upon  me  by  the  anxious,  loving,  heavenly  face  of 
Mary  as  1  saw  her  and  heard  her  message  for  you.  It  is  a 
great  thing  to  have  received  such  a  sacred  communication. 
God  forbid  we  should  disregard  it!  For  God  speaketh 
once,  yea  ofttimes,  to  warn  us  and  prepare  us  for  His 
1  will.  His  merciful  methods  were  well  known  in 
the  days  of  Job  as  well  as  of  Joseph  and  Daniel  and 
Ezekiel.and  there  has  never  been,  in  any  age.  any  method 
of  the  Lord's  mercy  to  awaken  us  and  draw  us  to  Himself 
which  is  not  still  employed  in  the  ministrations  of  his 
grace  in  Christ  Jesus  to  seek  and  to  save  the  lost,  even  such 
guilty  creatures  as  we  are  in  this  ungodly  and  blasphem- 
ing generation. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Miss  Noble, 

My  dear  Mi--  Noble • 
My  husband  ha-  been  wishing  to  write  1  .  how 

and  admired    your   admirable    little   I 

but  for  two  weeks  has  which 

I  I  much  pleased  with  the  genius 

manifested  in  the  work,  both  in  the  01  ..>nuf 

character,  and  the  humor,   p  <1  truth  to  nature. 

practical  piety  it  i-  adn  nd  we  hope 

\ou  will  be  .-pared  {<>  Write  maii\    \ 


28  APPENDIX. 

and  attractive.     I  have  rend  it  with  the  same  delight,  and 
we  both  thank  you  for  its  sweet  lessons. 

Have  you  met  with  any  of  the  A.  L.  O.  E.  books  ?  The 
last  published,  "Hebrew  Heroes,"  "  Rescue  from  Egypt," 
"Shepherd  of  Bethlehem,"  etc.  The  lessons  are  in  the 
same  method  of  practical  excellence  as  "  Under  Shelter." 
We  have  both  wondered  if  it  could  be  possible  that  you 
have  in  your  region  a  work-house  containing  such  racy 
characters  and  processes  of  spiritual  transformation.  If 
so,  it  would  be  a  good  idea  to  have  all  the  inhabitants  of 
Sing  Sing  turned  into  it.  I  wish  we  might  have  the 
pleasure  of  a  visit  from  you  some  time.  We  should  be  so 
pleased  to  welcome  you.  We  are  having  quite  an  Arctic 
winter,  with  much  snow,  but  it  is  charming  in  the  country, 
and  we  are  enjoying  it.  I  have  not  seen  your  sister,  Mrs. 
W.,  for  many  months,  but  hope  she  is  quite  well.  Will 
you  remember  us  very  kindly  and  affectionately  to  her 
when  you  write?  With  our  sincere  regards  to  your  parents 
and  sisters,  believe  me  cordially  yours, 

E.  H.  C. 


From  Mr.   IV.   IV.  Hofipin  to  Dr.  C. 

Dear  Sir  and  Brother  : 

I  was  most  happy  to  get  your  note,  giving  us  a  prospect 
of  seeing  you,  and  especially  of  hearing  you.  I  shall  de- 
light to  have  Abraham  and  Moses  express  their  views  on 
slavery  in  my  little  church,  and  I  hope  that  those  who  will 
not  hear  Moses  and  the  prophets  may  be  led  to  see  that  it 
is  something  in  themselves,  the  spirit  of  injustice  and  des- 
potism m  themselves,  that  influences  them  in  this  matter. 
Mr.  Waters  says  he  has  written  you  about  the  arrangement 
of  the  lecture. 

P.  S. — I  have  read  with  some  care  your  articles  in  the 
Bib.  Sac.  I  had  the  intuition,  almost,  that  the  truth  was 
so  beforehand,  that  there  was  really  no  possession  in  man 
among  the  Hebrews,  and  that  the  development  of  perfect 
freedom  was  begun  in  the  O.  T.  to  be  finished  in  the  N. 
T.,  but  1  was  rejoiced  with  the  thorough,  logical,  light- 
breaking  character  of  your  articles.  It  seemed  as  if  the 
old  eclipse  was  passing  off,  and  the  sepulchral  light  that  a 
dead  criticism  had  shed  over  the  Bible  was  giving  place 
to  a  new  morning. 


i 


LETTERS.  29 

From  Mrs.  Abemethy  to  Dr.  C. 
My  dear  Pastor  : 

Have  you  an  extra  copy  of  the  Times  containing  your 
sermon  on  the  Bible  in  Schools?  Mr.  Roberts  wants  one 
to  send  to  Mr.  Clark  at  Washington.  He  heard  the  sermon 
and  it  made  a  great  impression  upon  him.  He  is  about 
to  make  a  speech  on  some  subject,  and  for  some  reason 
which  I  do  not  exactly  understand  it  is  deemed  desira- 
ble, either  by  himself  or  some  one  else,  that  he  should 
have  a  copy  of  your  sermon.  I  wish  I  could  tell  you 
how  much  my  heart  is  with  you  in  all  your  trials.  I 
sympathize  with  you  so  fully  in  the  stand  you  have 
taken,  and  the  sacrifices  you  have  made  for  a  despised 
truth,  that  I  have  gone  down  into  the  depths  with  you  and 
borne  my  share  of  distress  at  the  painful  spectacle  of  truth 
fallen  in  the  streets.  I  am  as  thoroughly  persuaded  that 
you  have  done  right  as  I  should  be  if  the  multitudes  in 
our  guilty  city  were  crying  Hosanna. 

I  believe  Christ  was  as  truly  divine  when  the  multitudes 
cried  "crucify  Him"  as  when  they  said  "Hosanna  to  the 
Son  of  David,"  and  paid  Him  divine  honors.  The  great 
work  you  have  done  for  Christ  in  bringing  His  blessed 
Word  out  of  captivity  and  freeing  it  from  the  dreadful 
reproach  of  justifying  slavery,  is  a  work  which  will  last 
whatever  else  may  be  buried  ;  and  you  may  rest  assured 
no  man  can  take  your  crown.  May  the  truth  which  you 
have  so  often  dispensed  acceptably  and  profitably  to 
others  sustain  you  and  bring  you  off  conqueror,  is  the 
prayer  of  Yours  truly, 

M.  Abernethy. 


To  Dr.  Cheever from  Mr.  James  L.  Batchclder. 

My  Dear  Brother  : 

Since  the  brief  interview  yesterday  I  could  not  forbear 
adding  a  word  more.  You  may  recollect  that  in 
when  \ou  were  pastor  of  the  Howard  Street  Church. 
Salem,  Mass.,  that  a  young  man  called  upon  you  to  con- 
verse with  you  on  the  subject  of  personal  salvation.  He 
(myself)  wasthen  a  frequent  attendanton  your  preaching, 
of  which  he  has  been  an  admirer  to  this  day. 

You  may  recollect  ol   kneeling  down  and  praying  for 

•  1111-  man   in    youi    Stud)    Rt  the  hoU8e  Ol    Mi     Smith. 


30  APPENDIX. 

I  never  shall  forget  it ;  I  presume  it  shall  be  one  of  those 
events  to  be  specially  remembered  by  me  forever — not 
only  in  the  present  state,  but  in  that  to  come.  My  dear 
brother,  you  never  knew  what  it  cost,  in  feeling,  to  that 
young  man  at  that  time  to  leave  your  ministrations  to 
connect  himself  with  the  Baptist  church  in  that  town. 
You  know  it  so  happens  often  in  this  world  one  spirit 
wields  an  immense  influence  over  another.  It  has  been 
so  with  you.  The  impression  I  then  received  from  your 
preaching  has  followed  and  abode  with  me  through  life  to 
the  present  hour;  it  has  been  quickened  and  deepened 
into  activity  as  often  as  I  have  chanced  to  come  in  contact 
with  your  writings.  My  soul  was  indeed  refreshed,  as  I 
was  permitted  on  my  first  coming  to  this  city,  some  weeks 
since,  to  listen  to  the  same  Christian  fidelity,  the  same 
bold  utterances,  the  same  God-fearing  spirit  that  I  was 
wont  to  hear  twenty-three  years  since.  The  Independent 
now  dates  your  anti-slavery  preaching  no  farther  back 
than  1856.  If  Brother  Storrs  made  the  calculation,  it  is 
easily  understood,  for  in  1836  he  was  a  boy,  and  a  Sopho- 
more in  Amherst  College  when  I  was  a  Freshman.  I 
graduated  in  1840,  was  engaged  in  teaching  in  the  South 
four  years,  came  to  Ohio  in  1844,  preached  some  and 
engaged  in  teaching  until  1847,  when  I  became  connected 
with  the  Ohio  Journal  and  Messenger  as  publisher,  pro- 
prietor, and  editor,  in  which  connection  I  remained  until 
the  summer  of  1856. 

I  occasionally  sent  you  my  paper  from  Cinn.  I  have 
quite  recently  been  invited  to  take  charge  of  the  business 
of  the  American  Baptist,  and  to  be  one  of  the  editors  with 
a  prospective  view  of  having  the  entire  control  in  the 
future.  My  connection  here,  however,  I  look  upon  as  being 
an  experiment,  as  great  changes  are  taking  place  in  our 
denomination,  and  the  society  in  which  we  arc  interested 
is  quite  feeble — raising  only  some  $8,000  to  S' 0.000  for 
Free  Missions  per  annum.  My  dear  brother,  from  the 
first  commencement  of  the  difficulty  in  your  church  (which 
I  noticed  out  West)  I  have  watched  its  development  with 
the  deepest  interest.  Be  assured  that  many  in  other 
churches,  like  myself,  have  been  praying  tor  you.  Only 
think  of  it,  you  do  doubtless,  1  was  struck  with  the 
thought  ;i-  1  entered  the  house  on  Union  Square  some 
weeks  since  and  heard  you  lor  the  first  time  after  twenty- 
three  years,  What  a  man  may  do  tor  God  and  his  race 
by  the   faithful,  the   persistent,  unceasing  application  of 


LETTERS.  31 

Divine  Truth  for  a  score  of  years  !  Twenty-three  years  of 
faithful  preaching,  how  much  has  it  accomplished  !  I  so 
expressed  myself  in  our  paper,  and  have  sent  you  such 
copies  as  I  thought  you  would  be  interested  in— sent  you 
the  one  last  week.  Stand  up  faithfully  for  Jesus,  my 
brother!  Battle  valiantly  for  the  truth  !  God  will  ever 
stand  by  you  if  you  are  true  to  Him,  as  He  has  in  the 
past.  Did  he  not  when  in  the  dungeon  at  Salem  ?  And 
then  there  is  to  come  the  eternal  fruition  in  the  eternal ages  / 
Excuse  this  warmth  of  expression,  and  may  the  Lord 
Jesus  be  with  you,  and  the  Divine  Spirit  abide  with  and 
direct  you,  is  the  prayer  of  your  friend  and  brother, 

James  L.  Batchelder. 


Mr.  Hyatt's  Letter. 

Visiting  him  in  jail.  — The  wife  of  Thaddeus  Hyatt,  the  con- 
tumacious witness  who  was  confined  for  refusing  to  testify 
before  the  investigating  Senate  Committee,  arrived  in  this 
city  on  the  day  before  yesterday,  and  in  the  afternoon 
visited  her  husband  in  his  room  at  the  jail.  Mr.  II.  has 
apartments  fitted  in  fine  style,  and  entertains  many  of  his 
friends. 


My  dear  Wife: 

That  dear,  <^ood  man  Cheever  has  written  me  again,  and 
his  wife  too.  She  says  she  is  going  to  sec  you.  Mr. 
Sumner  was  here  yesterday;  he  also  came'  here  on 
Friday  last  purposely  to  see  you.  I  was  sorry  thai 
had  gone.  You  have  never  in  any  letter  expressed  any 
thanks  to  this  dear  man  for  his  attention  to  me:  he 
is  a  man  who  appreciates  such  things.  It  would  not 
heboid  or  improper,  but  very  proper  for  you  to  address 
.1  little  note  of  thanks;  say  how  much  you  regret 
that  circumstances  prevented   you  from  the  pleasure  of 

:  him  on  Friday  last,  and  how  mm  11  you  feel  the 
attention  he  shows  your  husband.  When  yesterdaj  1 
showed  him  Dr.  Cheever's  letter,  he  exclaimed:  "Ah! 
what  a  good  man!  Cheever  is  one  of  the  iron  /•< 
the  balustrade  by  whii  h  we  at  end/  Vou  know,"  he 
said,  "that  when  a  carpenter  builds  .1  staircase  in-  inserts 

at    intervals  a   <  ertam    nuinbei    oi    iron    p"sts    m    pla< 

wood;  the  rest  are  pine,  put  in  not  foi  strength  but  only 
lor  looks.     The   iron   |  the   real  ones.     Well, 


3  2  APPENDIX. 

Cheever  is  one  of  these  iron  supports  that  I  feel,  when 
1  get  hold  of,  I  have  something  to  rely  on  while  I  am 
striving  lo  ascend  the  great  staircase  of  life!"  Isn't 
this  beautiful?  Well,  this  dear  man  Sumner  is  full  of 
such  beauties.  He  came  in  yesterday  in  better  spirits 
than  I  have  ever  seen  him.  Immediately  on  sitting  down 
he  remarked:  "  Now  let  me  give  you  the  autobiography  of 
a  day,"  and  then  he  narrated  how  he  had  gone  to  the 
Capitol,  where  a  few  forms  only  were  gone  through  with  ; 
how  then  he  went  into  the  studio  of  the  artists  in  the 
Capitol,  saw  Kenset's  pictures  and  Brown's  statuary,  and 
remarked  to  them:  "  Gentlemen,  you  see  me  dodge  in  and 
out,  stopping  but  for  a  moment.  Well,  my  colleagues  go 
into  the  studio  below  (the  bar)  to  get  their  inspiration 
and  take  a  drink:  they  get  the  kind  they  want,  but  I 
prefer  to  take  drink  here!  this  is  the  kind  of  inspiration  I 
prefer.  I  think  it  far  preferable  to  the  other  kind  which 
they  sell  below  at  a  dime  a  glass!" 

Farewell,  my  dear  wife.     Give  mv  love  to    Dolly  and 
the  rest,  and  believe  me  ever  your  affectionate  husband, 

Thaddeus. 


From  Miss  E.  Wheelwright  to  Rev.  Dr.  C. 

Dear  Sir: 

I  trust  I  may  be  allowed  as  an  old  friend  to  offer  you  my 
own  thanks,  together  with  the  thanks  of  other  friends,  for 
the  precious  little  volume  entitled  "Way-marks."  On 
reading  it  I  felt  that  you  had  done  a  service  to  the  church 
which  the  light  of  eternity  alone  can  reveal.  I  received  a 
note  from  a  friend  yesterday,  from  which  I  think  I  may 
have  leave  to  quote.  She  thus  writes:  We  cannot  say 
too  much  of  that  blessed  little  volume.  When  I  opened  its 
pages  I  ran  sav  that  I  felt  that  I  was  receiving  a  gift  direct- 
ly from  God,  who,  knowing  how  my  famishing  soul  had 
been  yearning  after  such  heavenly  teaching,  bestowed  upon 
me  this  treasure  as  an  expression  of  Hi-  tender  love. 

Another  friend  in  the  vicinity  of  Boston  thus  expresses 
her  high  appreciation  :  The  "  Way-marks  "  I  could  liken  to 
nothing  but  one  of  Beethoven's  symphonies,  and  if  any  one 
will  read  it  and  trace  it  along,  I  think  they  will  find  the 
same  harmony,  all  in  a  heavenly  key.  Oh!  what  strong 
words  start  out  among  all  the  beauty  of  it,  etc.  Perhaps  I 
may  venture  to  extend  any  quotation,  for  the  purpose,  dear 


LETTERS.  33 

sir,  of  giving  you  a  word  of  encouragement.  This  friend, 
together  with  many  others,  lias  participated  warmly  in 
the  trials  of  the  Anti-slavery  Contest,  through  which  you 
have  passed.  In  relation  to  this  subject,  she  proceeds,  af- 
ter speaking  of  the  influence  of  your  decided  course  upon 
herself:  Disheartened  with  the  other  ministers,  so-called, 
I  know  not  what  I  should  have  been,  if  I  had  not  been 
able  to  look  up  and  see  Dr.  Cheever  towering  above 
them  all,  in  all  the  grandeur  and  beauty  and  bravery  of 
the  truth  as  it  is  in  Jesus.  I  praise  the  Lord  for  such  a 
burning  and  shining  light.  Yes,  dear  sir,  you  have  been 
ascending  the  hill  Difficulty  while  large  numbers  of  God's 
own  people  have  been  standing  at  the  foot  of  the  hill, 
fearing  to  take  a  step  upward.  That  many  of  them  are 
truly  God's  people,  we  cannot  doubt  ;  and  more  especially 
when,  in  some  few  instances  of  which  we  have  knowledge, 
they  confess,  both  publicly  and  privately,  their  past  errors 
and  mistakes. 

We  heard  of  your  intention,  dear  sir.  to  visit  your  Xew- 
buryport  friends,  and  hoped  we  should  have  seen  you  be- 
fore this.  Perhaps  it  may  be  in  your  power  this  coming 
summer.  Many  of  your  former  friends  have  gone,  and 
the  evening  shadows  are  gathering  on  others,  as  you  will 
readily  perceive;  but  I  need  not  assure  you  that  you  are 
gratefully  remembered  by  those  who  remain.  Without 
apology  for  this  long  note,  I    remain 

Truly  yours  in  Christian  bonds. 

E.  Wheelwright. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Field. 

Mv  dear  Mrs.  Field  : 
My  dear  husband  was  purposing  to  write  you  to-day, 

he  is  not  feeling  very  well,  having  a  bad  cold,  and 
1^  50  hard  at  work,  that  lu-  had  deputed  me  to  write  lor 
him,  and  express  his  heartfelt  thanks  tor  your  kind  re- 
membrance, and  to  tell  you  how  much  he  enjoys  the  il  g- 
root,   so    beautiful!)  I   ami    interpenetrated    with 

ess,  like  your  own  d<  I  must  thank  you 

too,  dear  Mrs.  Field,  and  tell  you  how  often  we  think  of 
you  in  your  charming  home  at  Stock  bridge.  We  can 
itiful  surroundings.  You  must  be  en- 
joying intensel)  nery,  now  jeous  with  the 
autumnal  tints.     Englewood   is  lovel)   too,  and  we  want 


34  APPENDIX. 

you  all  to  come  and  see  us  as  soon  as  you  return  to  New 
York,  and  before  you  settle  yourselves  for  the  winter. 
Please  don't  forget.  With  our  kindest  remembrance  to 
Dr.  F.  and  Miss  F.,  not  forgetting  your  dear  little  house- 
hold pet. 

"  If  you  have  tears  prepare  to  shed  them  now."  My 
dear  husband  says  he  has  had  such  a  cold  that  he  would 
have  been  glad  to  have  been  cradled  asleep  in  a  basket  of 
bulrushes  like  Moses,  when  a  baby,  if  only  the  flags  had 
been  sugared  as  yours  have  been,  which  it  is  plain  they 
were  not,  for  when  the  little  fellow  woke  up  finding  the 
flag-root  bitter,  he  began  to  cry.  If  you  had  had  the  con- 
struction of  the  cradle,  we  should  have  had  the  first  testi- 
monial from  Moses  in  a  smile  upon  his  rosy  lips,  saying,  as 
the  little  babes  in  Egypt  were  in  the  habit  of  prattling, 
"  This  is  awful  sweet,"  or  "  Its  just  lovely,  just  too  lovely 
for  anything." 

Perhaps  you  may  be  familiar  with  this  baby  language 
even  in  New  England. 


To  Mrs.  C.  from  A.  T.  Owen. 

My  dear  and  much-loved  Mrs.  Cheever: 

I  was  delighted  to  receive  your  kind  letter  and  to  find 
that  your  health  is  so  much  improved,  and  now  I  hope 
you  will  return  to  New  York  quite  fortified  against  the 
severities  of  the  winter.  I  knew  you  would  feel  the  loss 
of  your  pets,  you  loved  them  so  much  and  took  such  a 
deep  interest  in  them.  They  can  never  cease  to  think  of 
you  and  love  you,  and  they  very  often  speak  of  you  and 
their  dear  uncle  in  the  most  affectionate  manner.  I 
don't  think  there  is  another  being  on  earth  little  Fan 
loves  so  much  as  her  uncle.  Your  little  Johnny  con- 
tinues to  love  you  dearly,  and  I  have  never  seen  him  so 
sweet  and  thoughtful  with  any  one  else.  He  is  indeed  a 
lovely  boy,  the  most  noble-hearted  and  affectionate  little 
darling  that  ever  lived.  I  always  call  him  your  boy,  for  I 
think  he  is  so  like  you  in  many  ways.  Fanny  is  also  very 
sweet  and  cunning,  but  as  you  know,  a  little  perverse  at 
times.  1  keep  up  the  constant  habit  of  prayer  with  thenti 
morning  and  evening;  and  we  go  out  on  Sabbath  morn- 
ings, when  the  weather  permits,  and  plav  Sunday-school 
in  tin-  woods.  Fanny  begins  to  pray  very  nicely,  and  it 
seems   to   come   from   her    heart.     Little  M illy  is  sweet, 


LETTERS.  35 

and  begins  to  speak  very  well,  and  I  love  the  baby  dearly, 
on  account  of  its  name.  I  feel,  my  dear  Mrs.  Cheever, 
very  much  the  responsibility  devolving  on  me  with  regard 
to  these  dear  children,  and  an  ardent  desire  to  lead  them 
in  the  right  way — to  point  them  to  the  Saviour,  and  to  the 
"blessed  hope  beyond  the  grave."  E)o  continue  to  pray 
for  us,  that  I  may  have  strength  and  grace  to  direct  their 
tender  minds  in  the  way  that  is  most  pleasing  to  God.  / 
shall  feel  the  separation  from  you  exceedingly,  my  dear 
Mrs.  Cheever,  for  I  did  not  know  how  dearly  I  loved  you 
until  I  was  away  from  you.  How  can  I  ever  feel  grate- 
ful enough  for  all  your  kindness,  or  ever  forget  your 
sweet,  encouraging  looks  and  words!  How  much  I  shall 
miss  those  delightful  Sabbath  evenings  we  spent  with 
the  dear  children  in  the  parlor,  and  the  many  pleasant 
hours  we  spent  under  your  happy  roof  !  I  have  never 
seen  those  dear  little  lambs  so  perfectly  happy  anywhere 
else.     Hoping  soon  to  see  you,  ever  lovingly  yours, 

Annie  T.  Owen. 


From  Dr.  C.  to  Mrs.  C. 

Dearest  Lizzie  Lovf.  : 

Though  this  letter  may  possibly  not  reach  you  before 
the  arrival  of  the  writer,  yet  he  chooses  to  drop  it  into  the 
office  and  let  it  take  its  chance.  It  is  a  fine,  bright,  clear, 
cold,  sparkling  winter's  morning,  and  the  weather  has 
been  of  this  type  ever  since  our  snow-storm,  though  the 
drifts  have  somewhat  interrupted  the  travelling,  and  the 
Sudden  COld  and  unbroken  ways  keep  our  audiences  this 
week    somewhat   thin.       To-night    1    expect    to    lecture   in 

Leominster,  on  the  way  back  to  Worcester,  where  1  ex- 
>  spend  Thursday,  and  hop<  G   d's  blessing,  to 

be  with  you  on  Friday.     I  ought  to  have   made  arrange- 
ments with  you  to  write  me  at  Worcester,  for   I   lo 
hear  from  you,  dearest  love,  and   how  you  do.     1   hope 
you  have  not  been  lonely,  nor  down-hearted,  nor  sick,  nor 
in  prison,  except  on  youi  visits  <>t  mercy,  where  ma)  i lie 
Lord  bless  your  efforts.     \W  hear  •  ■:  nothing  n 
done  io  .  rush  tin-  Rebellion,  and  begin  to  think  th 
no  actual  intention  <>i   doing  anything  more,  except  by 
compromise.     Meantime  tin-  people  are  wide  asleep  and 

like    men    walking    in    a   dream,  inultei  ing    anil    In 


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APPENDIX. 


and  what  is  more,  unwilling  and  even  angry  if  you  strive 
to  wake  them  up.  Nevertheless  we  may  still  hope  that 
God  will  work  for  us,  and  at  the  darkest  hour  will  appear 
for  our  deliverance.  In  the  mount  it  shall  be  seen.  The 
Lord  keep  you,  dearest  love,  and  bless  you. 

Ever  your  loving  husband, 

George. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Cousin  Mrs,  Lee, 

My  very  dear  Cousin  : 

Many  thanks  for  your  charming  letter  from  Lauterbach. 
I  most  truly  appreciate  your  loving  kindness  in  writing 
so  often,  and  I  can  assure  you  your  letters  are  highly  en- 
joyed. Mary  Hoppin  sent  me  recently  your  two  last, 
with  one  from  your  dear  Mary  to  Josephine,  which  was 
very  kind.  I  was  very  glad  to  learn  of  your  grand- 
daughter's recovery,  and  her  happiness  in  having  her 
dear  little  babe  spared  to  iier.  How  happy  you  all  seem  in 
eacli  other!  It  is  charming.  What,  dear  cousin,  is  more 
beautiful  than  a  united,  happy  family;  and  what  a  fore- 
shadowing of  that  home  in  heaven,  where  all  is  love  and 
joy!  Your  trip  in  the  summer  to  Ems  with  your  dear 
ones,  and  the  Emperor's  flattering  attentions  must  have 
been  very  pleasant  and  gratifying  to  yourself  and  chil- 
dren. I  am  so  glad  you  are  happy  in  your  loved  ones, 
and  hope  it  will  continue  far  into  the  future.  From  one 
of  your  letters,  dear  cousin,  I  feared  that  you  might  have 
received  erroneous  impressions  of  my  habit  of  imparting 
knowledge  and  instruction  to  my  servants.  I  was  led  to 
it  by  reflecting  on  the  neglect,  almost  universal,  of  Chris- 
tian families  to  provide  their  servants  whom  God  had 
committed  to  their  care  with  spiritual  and  mental  food 
for  the  elevation  of  their  immortal  natures.  In  many  cases 
servants  are  left  entirely  uninstructed  and  unguarded,  as 
if  they  were  not  responsible  beings.  This  is  especially 
the  ease  with  Roman  Catholic  servants,  who  are  left  to 
the  entire  dominion  of  their  priests,  who  keep  them  in 
ignorance  of  the  Bible,  and  of  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ  as 
the  only  Saviour.  The  fiction  and  poetry  you  would 
have  me  drop  are  such  books  as  would  make  important 
spiritual  and  historical  truths  attractive,  and  create  a 
taste  for  something  higher  and  better  than  the  in 
dime  novels   now  flooding  the  country,  and  with  which 


LETTERS.  37 

the  servants  are  abundantly  supplied  :  and  for  want  of 
better  reading  and  instruction,  are  in  many  cases  feasting 
upon  them,  and  corrupting  both  morals  and  manners. 

I  have  learned  recently,  to  my  gratification,  from  the 
Wetmore  Memorial,  that  some  of  my  good  ancestors,  in 
early  days,  were  in  the  habit  of  reading  to  their  servants 
and  instructing  them  in  the  principles  of  the  Gospel,  and 
by  their  teachings  were  instrumental  in  making  their 
lives  here  good  and  useful,  and  in  preparing  them  for  the 
life  to  come.  I  hope  I  may  be  successful  in  my  efforts, 
and  am  inclined  to  think  I  inherited  the  desire  from 
them  to  labor  for  such,  for  I  feel  happy  in  so  doing,  and 
think  their  example  worthy  following.  Our  good  and 
gifted  Aunt  Whittlesey,  my  grandfather's  half-sister,  and 
Fred  Chauncey's  grandmother,  was  an  example,  and  her 
household  was  esteemed  a  model  Christian  home,  and 
she  was  treated  by  her  servants  with  the  greatest  defer- 
ence and  respect.  I  wish  you  could  see  the  volume;  it 
dates  far  back,  and  gives  a  most  interesting  account  of 
Colonial  times  and  of  the  early  settlers  in  the  Connecti- 
cut colony.  Your  family  is  mentioned.  It  is  a  large  vol- 
ume, and  I  had  no  idea  that  we  were  such  an  extensive 
family.  We  are  now  settled  at  home,  and  John  Taylor  is 
living  opposite  to  us;  but  it  is  only  temporary,  as  he  in- 
tends to  move  in  the  spring.  He  has  a  most  interesting 
family  and  we  enjoy  having  them  near  us.  His  youngest 
boy  has  mother's  family  name,  Wyatt  Warner,  on  her 
father's  side,  and  is  a  bright,  darling  little  fellow  of  two 
and  a  half  years. 


Extract  of  Letter  from  Mr.    Jay  Odeli. 

Dear  Sir  : 

I  feel  as  if  I  would  like  to  volunteer  a  word  of  encour- 
agement to  you  in  your  great  efforts  to  bring  the  ten  h- 
ings  of  God  s  Word  to  bear  upon  the  conscience  ol  pro- 

;  Christians  in  our  land,  in   ■ 
slave- holding.     Though  a  stranger  person! 
[  am  very  well  acquainted  with  you  through  youi 
I  have  been  greatly  si 
illustration  of  trui  ented  by  you. 

From  my  earl)  life  1  have  endeavored  to  do  the  same 

thing   with    all   the   ability   .nil    wisdom    1  !.  and 

all  this  I  could  gather  dj  going  to  school  to  you.     Be 


38 


APPENDIX. 


assured  that  multitudes  of  young  men  are  coming  up 
under  the  same  instructor  to  become  sooner  or  later 
mighty  opposers  of  this  great  iniquity.  They  frequently 
remark  to  me  that  they  must  have  the  Independent,  and 
the  greatest  attraction  is  the  instruction  derived  from 
your  communications.  You  are  thus  educating  the  con- 
sciences of  the  people,  and  ere  long  the  result  will  appear 
for  the  honor  and  glory  of  God,  for  the  spread  of  truth, 
and  the  liberation  of  the  oppressed. 

My  prayer  to  God  is,  that  you  may  live  to  wield  the 
hammer  of  Truth  these  many  years  yet,  even  until  op- 
pression in  our  land  shall  cease,  and  that  you  may  with 
your  own  eyes  see  its  end,  and  with  your  ears  hear  the 
shouts  of  freedom  from  the  last  bondsman  in  America. 
This  word  of  encouragement  I  most  heartily  give,  for  I 
reflect  that  you,  though  a  faithful  watchman  on  the  walls 
of  Zion,  are  mortal,  like  others;  and  since  you  have  so 
long  bent  the  back,  the  head,  and  the  heart  to  this  great 
and  mighty  work  of  benevolence,  and  done  it,  too,  when 
you  had  good  reason  to  look  for  approbation  and  co-oper- 
ation from  other  laborers  in  the  ministry,  but  instead 
thereof  have  received  from  them  rebuke,  contumely,  dis- 
fellowship,  scorn,  hatred,  and  all  manner  of  evil  speaking, 
it  may  be  refreshing  and  cheering  to  you,  as  it  always 
is  to  the  reformer,  to  hear  the  voice  of  approbation  and 
friendship.  Work  on  then  !  Imagine  you  hear  in  yonder 
future  world  the  songs  and  shouts  of  gladness  by  vast 
multitudes  of  those  who  shall  have  been  redeemed  by  the 
blood  of  Christ,  and  brought  into  His  Kingdom  through 
your  labors  and  instrumentality,  because  their  bonds  were 
broken  and  they  have  been  permitted  to  hear,  know,  and 
understand  God's  truth  for  themselves,  Think,  my 
brother,  what  a  glorious  crown  you  shall  wear  if  you  re- 
main faithful  to  the  end  !  What  a  multitude  of  stars  shall 
adorn  your  crown  of  rejoicing  in  the  day  when  Christ 
shall  reward  His  laborers  on  earth  according  to  the 
amount  of  good  work  they  have  done !  Right  over 
against  this  thought,  and  in  contrast  with  it,  another  is 
now  suggested  to  my  mind.  In  no  place  in  the  Bible  has 
God  told  us  that  an  apologist  for  wrong-doing,  as  such, 
shall  ever  add  a  star  to  his  crown  of  rejoicing.  Smite 
on  them!  Smite  the  oppressor.  Smite  the  apologist 
for  oppression.  Smite  those  who  "sew  pillows  to  the 
armholcs  of  oppressors."  Smite  those  who  care  not  if 
oppression  is  done.     Smite  them  all  with  the  hammer  of 


LETTERS.  39 

God's  truth.  Ere  long  this  iniquity  will  be  broken  in 
pieces.  Yea,  now  long  seams  have  been  made  in  this 
great  rock,  and  I  know  of  no  one  in  our  land  who  has 
done  so  much  to  make  them  as  you.  God  and  Christ 
bless  you,  and  give  you  strength  and  wisdom  all  your 
days.  Yours  in  Christ,  Jay  Odell. 

From  Mr.  Gaja?ii  to  Mrs.  C. 

My  dear  Mrs.  Cheever: 

It  is  very  long  since  I  am  deprived  of  the  advantage  of 
seeing  you.  I  remember  always  with  gratitude  and  satis- 
faction every  kind  of  attention  and  favors  I  have  received 
from  you  and  Dr.  Cheever,  to  whom  I  am  indebted  also 
for  moral  precious  gifts.  I  shall  never  forget  how  much 
I  am  indebted  to  you. 

I  am  here  in  the  house  of  Mr.  Roberti,  an  Italian  gen- 
tleman, who  keeps  a  Young  Ladies'  School.  My  friend 
Mr.  Foresti  came  here  expressly  to  present  me  to  his 
friends.  As  now  I  can  speak  English  a  little,  I  have  been 
encouraged  to  deliver  some  lectures  on  the  last  revolu- 
tion of  Rome,  and  I  am  willing  to  make  an  attempt  to 
do  it  about  on  the  20th  day  of  next  September.  In  the 
meantime  I  continue  to  study  your  language.  If  I  can 
make  myself  understood,  I  hope  to  be  able  Lo  denounce 
some  secret  works  of  the  Pope  and  Jesuits  not  yet  well 
known. 

Present  my  best  respects  to  Rev.  Dr.  Cheever,  and  be- 
lieve me  truly  your  affectionate  friend, 

G.  Gajani. 

From  Mr.  Gajani  to  Dr.  C. 

My  dear  Pastor  : 

Your  kind  note  of  the   17th   instant   afforded   me  great 
consolation;    I  thank  von  above  all  for  the 
with  which  yon  remind   me  of  my  religious  duties      h 
would  be  too  bad  tor  Mi-  et  them  when  the  Lord 

gives  me  so  many  tokens  of  Hi-  divine  grace.  1  relied 
upon  Hun  when  1  had  very  gloomy  days,  and  now  1  pray 
to  Him  with  all  my  heart,  acknowledging  Hi-  benefits. 
Gloomy  days  may  \<-'  1  ome,  but  tin-  Lord  will  constantly 
be  my  refuge:  neither  excessive  feai  nor  tumultuou 
will  be  able  to  trouble  my  heart,  be<  aute  1  take  all 


40  APPENDIX. 

the  hand  of  God.  I  pray  often  for  you  and  Mrs.  Cheever, 
ever  grateful  for  all  that  both  of  you  have  done  for  my 
spiritual  and  temporal  welfare.  My  book  so  far  has  met 
with  success.  Professor  Silliman  informed  me  that  one 
of  his  servant  girls,  almost  entirely  perverted  and  brought 
to  Papacy  by  a  false  friend,  has  been  restored  and  con- 
firmed in  the  Protestant  faith  by  the  perusal  of  my  book. 
This  was  the  most  acceptable  triumph  for  me,  for  it  is 
something  really  useful.  I  strictly  avoided  speaking  of 
too  bad  things  through  fear  of  scandalizing  instead  of 
teaching,  for  we  are  all  sinners  and  subjected  to  tempta- 
tions. Now  I  have  acquired  a  certain  credit  as  a  lecturer; 
the  season  is  almost  over  now,  but  I  have  saved  money 
to  support  me  during  the  summer.  I  intend  to  devote 
myself  to  study  and  to  prepare  lectures  on  several  differ- 
ent subjects  which  I  consider  important.  One  of  them 
is  the  History  of  Reformation  in  Italy.  I  will  present  it 
to  the  public  in  the  shape  of  sketches  concerning  the 
lives  and  characters  of  the  most  prominent  men  and 
women  who  suffered  martyrdom  for  that  cause  in  Italy. 
At  the  end  of  May  I  will  be  over  with  some  engagements 
which  I  have  taken  here  in  Roxbury,  and  then  I  intend 
to  be  in  New  York  for  a  few  days  before  going  to  the 
West,  where  I  have  some  lectures  to  deliver.  I  long  to 
see  you,  Mrs.  Cheever,  and  all  my  good  friends. 

Pray  God  for  me,  and  remember  me  to  the  members  of 
your  congregation  who  know  me.  Believe  me  truly  de- 
voted and  affectionate  to  you. 

S.  GAJANI. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  Washburn. 
My  dear  Mr.  Washburn  : 

This  is  the  first  day  of  a  new  year,  and  I  very  much  de- 
sire to  send  you  my  congratulations  oii  your  renewed 
good  health,  which  is  the  greatest  of  all  earthly  blessings, 
good  husbands  and  wives  excepted.  Indeed  it  is  a  ques- 
tion whether  these  are  earthly  blessings,  being  more  prob- 
ably angels  in  disguise.  We  have  divine  authority  that  a 
good  wife  is  from  the  Lord,  and  Solomon  meant  a  good 
husband  too,  but  did  not  dare  to  say  it.  as  his  conscience 
would  rebuke  him.  I  don't  wonder,  for  in  looking  over 
the  record  we  find  he  had  seven  hundred,  and  his  wives 
turned   away  his  heart,  which   made    him  a  very  bad   hus- 


LETTERS.  41 

band.  Now.  dear  Mr.  Washburn,  you  are  a  happy  man, 
following  Paul,  and  not  Solomon,  "being  the  husband  of 
one  wife,  and  thoroughly  furnished  unto  all  good  works." 
We  learn  that  you  and  your  wife  are  making  all  happy 
around  you  with  your  liberal  hearts.  Now  we  conclude 
you  must  be  pretty  well  and  rapidly  gaining  flesh,  for 
Solomon,  who  is  my  authority,  says :  The  liberal  soul 
shall  be  made  fat,  and  he  that  watereth  shall  be  also 
watered  himself.  But  I  can  assure  you  of  one  thing: 
Solomon,  being  a  great  natural  philosopher,  was  not 
green  enough  to  drink  green  tea,  and  the  knowing,  ex- 
perienced tea  dealers  here  assure  us  that  Japanese  tea  is 
green,  and  invariably  binds  up  the  system,  and  this  is  one 
reason  which  prompts  me  to  write  you  and  caution  you 
against  the  use  of  it,  though  your  good  wife  may  think  it 
notional. 


Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Roman  Catholic  Girl, 
Mary. 

E  NO  I. E  WOOD,   N.  J. 

My  friend  Mary  : 

I  was  very  glad  to  see  you  yesterday.  Hut  now,  Mary, 
don't  think  from  our  conversation  yesterday  that  I 
wanted  to  convert  you  to  Protestantism.  I  have  no  de- 
sire to  proselyte,  but  in  love  to  win  souls  to  Christ,  the 
Living  Head,  and  the  only  life  of^our  souls.  All  true  be- 
lievers in  Christ  are  the  true  Church,  to  whatever  de- 
nomination they  belong,  and  He  is  head  over  all  things. 
Thank  God  we  have  His  word  to  guide  us,  and  in  it  He 
"  Come  unto  me,  and  him  that  cometh  unto  me  I 
will  in  nowise  cast  out."  lb-  floes  not  say,  go  to  any 
other  creature,  man  or  woman,  or  any  ceremony  or 
church  for  salvation,  but  to  Him,  with  the  humble 
trite  prayer,  "God  be  merciful  to  me  a  sinner."  ! 
make  me  dean.     Give  me  a  new  heart  and  renew  a  right 

spirit    within    me.      Christ    is    the    Only    Mediator    between 

God  and  man.  And  oh.  Mary,  what  a  privilege  that  we 
can  yo  to  the  dear,  loving  Saviour  direct  without  money 
and  without  price!  It  is  wicked  presumption  in  any  liv- 
ing man  to  pretend   to  the    power   of    forgiving  sin,  when 

only  God  can,  and  we  must  trust   in  God  \  He  1-. 

an  all  sufficient  Saviour.  Whal  He  requires ol  113  is  heart- 
worship,  to  love   and    |>ia\   10    linn    in  :    1  le  w  ill 


42  APPENDIX. 

accept  no  other  form  of  worship,  for  He  looks  only  on 
the  heart.  All  forms,  fastings,  and  ceremonies  are  noth- 
ing and  less  than  nothing  without  it,  for  He  looks  only  on 
the  heart.  May  God  illumine  all  our  hearts  by  His  Holy 
Spirit,  and  prepare  us  for  that  long  eternity  to  which  we 
are  all  fast  hastening,  and  for  happiness  in  those  blessed 
mansions  which  He  has  prepared  for  all  those  who  love 
and  trust  Him.  Remember  me  to  your  daughter  and 
sons,  wishing  for  them  all  God's  protecting  care  and  love. 
Ever  your  well-wisher, 


E.  H.  C. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  Dr.  Prime. 


I  have  had  some  most  interesting  letters  from  our 
cousins,  who  are  now  residing  at  Berlin,  and  wish  I  could 
read  them  to  you.  They  are  great  admirers  of  your 
paper  and  of  your  views  in  regard  to  the  Papacy,  in 
which  I  sympathize  as  heartily  as  they  do.  In  a  late 
letter  from  Mrs.  Lee,  in  answer  to  a  hope  we  had  ex- 
pressed that  Prince  Bismarck  would  never  enter  into 
diplomatic  relations  with  the  Vatican,  she  expresses  so 
strongly  her  views  of  the  matter,  that  I  am  tempted  to 
give,  in  part,  her  own  vigorous  language  as  to  the  Papacy 
and  its  head.  "With  my  whole  heart,"  she  says,  "do  I 
wish  that  the  civ.ilized  world  would  break  off  all  connec- 
tion with  that  man  of  sin  who  has  done,  and  still  con- 
tinues and  causes  to  be  done,  such  monstrous  wrongs  to 
the  doctrine  of  Christ,  and  his  giving  absolution  for  sins. 
that  make  one  shudder."  Now  some  persons  may  regard 
this  as  extravagant,  but  my  husband  and  myself  are  of 
one  mind  with  Mrs.  Lee,  that  these  assumptions  of  the 
omnipotence  and  infallibility  of  Christ,  as  head  over  all 
things  to  the  Church,  and  above  all.  the  assertion  of 
power  to  forgive  sin,  are  indeed  such  a  concentration  of 
impiety  against  God,  and  cruelty  against  man,  as  would 
justify  the  excommunication  of  such  a  kingdom  from  the 
family  of  nations. 


Rev.  S.  I  returns  Prime  to  Dr.  and  Mrs.  C. 

Dear  Dr.  \m>  Mrs.  Cheever: 

Mrs.  Sage  and  I  have  not  ceased  to  feel  the  refreshment 
and  enjoyment  of  our  last  Thursday's  visit  to  your  de- 


m 


LETTERS.  43 

lightful  home.  I  have  been  waiting  for  a  leisure  hour  in 
which  to  write,  but  no  such  hour  will  come.  We,  Mrs. 
Prime  and  I,  are  going  to  Saratoga  on  Thursday,  and  I 
am  working  to  the  top  of  my  bent  to  get  some  writing 
done  to  leave  behind  me.  Mrs.  Sage  and  I  had  a  regular 
outing.  She  never  enjoyed  an  excursion  and  visit  more  ; 
she  was  a  child  again.  At  X.  A.,  on  Saturday  evening,  I 
described  to  the  brethren  the  visit,  the  grounds,  the  trees, 
the  waters, — forgetting  the  bullfrogs, — and  they  were  all 
greatly  interested  in  hearing  from  and  of  you. 

We  reached  home  pleasantly  before  dark.  Mrs.  Prime 
was  glad  that  we  had  gone,  but  wished  she  could  have 
been  with  us.  She  gets  about  with  difficulty.  Lily  is 
still  at  Atlantic  City.  I  hope  we  shall  meet  you  both  at 
Saratoga  this  summer.  We  will  be  there  until  July,  and 
how  much  longer  I  do  not  know.  Next  Sunday  I  preach 
my  fiftieth  anniversary  sermon  since  my  ordination  at 
Ballston.  With  pleasant  memories  of  a  lively  visit,  and 
sending  Mrs.  Sage's  love,  as  she  desired  me  to  an  hour 
ago,  I  am  affectionately  yours, 

S.  Iren/Eus  Prime. 


Extract  of  Letter  of  Sympathy  from  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs. 
Ireficrus  Prune. 

I  have  been  prevented  from  writing  you  sooner  to  ex- 
press our  heartfelt  sorrow  and  sympathy  for  you  in  your 
great  and  sudden  bereavement.  It  is  indeed  overwhelm- 
ing, and  we  have  felt  it  very  deeply,  because  your  beloved 
husband  was  so  recently  with  us,  apparently  in  excellent 
health  and  spirits,  giving  great  pleasure,  and  apparently 
receiving  the  same  in  our  deeply  interested  .social  circle. 

Oh,  how  little  we  dreamed  that  this  would  be  the  last 
opportunity  of  such  grateful  intercourse  with  him  on 
earth  !  His  loss  is  a  deep  affliction  t<>  us,  as  to  multitudes 
of  others,  and  filled  US  with  grief,  and  made  us  somewhat 
sensible  of  the  bitter  effe<  I  ol  such  a  vacancy  in  \<>ur  own 

happy  household.     Hut  oh,  how  mu<  atton  God 

has  given  you   in  th<  assurance  thai  all  your  dear 

family  will,  in  G  od  time,  be  reunited  with  him  in 

i.  to  part  no  more  !      And  then  to  think  how  much 

good  youi  beloved  husband  has  accomplished  in  the 
world  by  his  admirable  writings.  There  is  not  an  editor 
in  the  United  States  tO  be  I  to  him. 


44  APPENDIX, 

From    Mrs.    C.  to  Miss   S.    Waters. 

My  dear  Sarah: 

Your  kind,  pleasant  letter  was  received  while  I  was 
suffering  intensely  from  my  old  enemy,  neuralgia  in  my 
head,  so  that  I  could  not  sooner  write  to  thank  you  for 
your  kind  remembrance  of  us.  The  New  Year  makes  us 
think  of  the  friends  that  are  left  to  us,  and  it  is  so  pleasant 
to  know  that  we  are  not  forgotten.  Your  kindness  in 
writing,  dear  Sarah,  is  much  appreciated,  and  I  value  and 
enjoy  your  letters.  I  hope  you  all  continue  well.  We 
send  you  our  warm  greetings  for  the  New  Year,  and 
earnestly  hope  all  will  go  well  with  you.  I  sometimes 
long  to  see  you  all,  for  the  remembrance  of  past  kind- 
nesses and  your  pleasant,  hospitable  home  is  very  de- 
lightful to  us.  We  hope  you  all  will  come  some  day  and 
enjoy  with  us  our  pleasant,  rural  home.  I  am  glad  your 
uncle  Palmer  is  so  well,  and  wish  he  could  come  and  see 
us.  No  one  would  be  more  welcome.  He  must  enjoy 
having  the  sweet  poet  Whittier  for  a  neighbor.  I  wish 
we  could  have  a  visit  from  him  as  well.  Tell  your  uncle 
to  come  and  bring  his  friend  with  him.  Our  picturesque, 
lovely  scenery  would  charm  him,  and  he  would  find  a 
warm  sympathizer  in  my  own  poet,  who  can  beat  him  all 
hollow  in  making  poetry  to  order  once  a  year.  Quite 
unrivalled.  You  would  be  filledjwith  admiration  could  you 
see  it.  I  forgot,  however,  that  such  inspiration  is  impos- 
sible for  old  bachelors  !  Let  them  only  get  married,  and 
their  very  prose  will  be  poetry  every  day,  and  their  wives 
will  keep  scrap-books  which  shall  make  their  fame  im- 
perishable. 


Extract  of  Letter  from  Mr.   Waters  to  Mrs.  C. 

I  was  very  glad  to  hear  from  you  and  the  Doctor  after 
so  long  an  interval.  No  week  passes  but  I  think  over  the 
memories  of  the  years  that  have  gone,  and  few  afford  me 
more  pleasure  than  the  remembrance  of  the  delightful 
visits  at  your  home  in  New  York.  Forthe  last  two  years 
!  have  had  strangers  for  my  housekeepers;  so  I  sit  alone 
in  my  library  and  look  into  my  good,  old-fashioned  wood 
fire,  and  memory  is  busy  in  living  over  the  past  again. 

I  often  think  of  your  great  kindness  in  these  repeated 
and  pressing  invitations  to  visit  your  home  at  Englewood, 


LETTERS.  45 

and  I  am  truly  grateful  to  you  and  the  Doctor  for  this 
kind  remembrance  of  your  old  friend.  It  saddens  my 
spirits  to  think  that  most  of  my  earlier  friends  have  gone 
to  their  rest,  and  I  am  expecting,  after  a  few  more  fleeting 
day-,  possibly  it  may  be  years,  to  follow  them.  It  is  a 
solemn  matter  to  sit  alone  and  contemplate  our  departure 
hence,  to  pass  the  boundaries  of  time  into  the  Eternal 
World;  but  a  firm  trust  in  Christ  will  carry  us  safely 
through  to  rejoin  the  dear  ones  who  have  preceded  us  to 
their  eternal  home  in  heaven.  Oh,  what,  unspeakable 
joys  are  soon  to  open  to  our  vision  !  Our  adorable 
Redeemer  said,  "  In  my  Father's  house  are  many  man- 
sions; I  go  to  prepare  a  place  for  you."  May  God  enable 
us  to  press  on  till  we  reach  that  blessed  abode. 

And  now,  respecting  a  visit  to  your  lovely  home,  I  am 
afraid  to  promise  you  a  visit.  I  want  to  see  you  and  the 
Doctor  as  much  as  you  can  desire  to  see  me,  but  what 
may  happen  between  now  and  May  we  cannot  tell.  If 
life  and  health  should  be  continued  to  us,  and  a  kind 
Providence  favors,  I  will  hope  to  see  you  again  by  making 
you  a  short  visit.  My  friend  Whittier  will  be  very  grate- 
ful for  your  renewed  invitation,  but  his  health  is  very 
feeble,  and  he  hardly  dares  to  leave  home  for  a  night. 
I  enclose  his  poem  to  Dr.  C.  With  sincere  thanks  for 
all  your  kindness,  and  love  to  Doctor  C,  I  remain 
Most  truly  yours, 

Richard  P.  Waters. 


To  Dr.  C.from  Mr.  Waters* 

I  fear  you   don't  enjoy   a   good   appetite:   and    to   have 
this,  some  athletic  ex<  such   as  sawing  and   splitting 

a  few  logs  of  wood  each  day,  or  as   I  do,  with  a  good, 

sharp    ax  go    into    my    wood  lot   and     hew    down    several 

trees  in  a  fine; cold  morning,  and  return  home  in  a  couple 
ot  hours  eager  for  a  hearty  lunch.  Mr.  Gladstone,  Eng- 
land's great  statesman,  is  quite  an  expert  in  hewing  down 

trees,  and  keeps  ;i  large  wood-lot  to  exercise  his  skill 
and  preserve  Ins  robust  health.  In  a  conversation  with 
Mr.  John  (I.   Adams  at    his  own  house,  forty  yean  agOx  he 

told  me  that  he  foi   years  had  sawed  and  split  all  the 

wood    toia    wood  fue    m  h  is  own  sitt  ing-i  o. -in.  as    he  and 

Mrs.  Adams  preferred  a  wood  fire  t<>  .mv  othei 

see  what  illustrious  examples   I   follow,     How  much  do 


46  APPENDIX. 

you  weigh  ?  I  will  guess  about  140  lbs.  I  weigh  182  lbs., 
and  if  you  want  to  add  40  or  50  lbs.  to  your  weight,  just 
buy  a  wood-lot  and  fell  some  trees  now  and  then,  and 
saw  and  split  enough  to  keep  one  good,  old-fashioned 
wood  fire  a-going,  and  you  will  eat  heartily  by  day,  and 
sleep  sweetly  and  soundly  by  night. 

I  have  not  thought  much  about  visiting  the  Philadel- 
phia Centennial,  yet  it  is  possible,  the  Lord  permitting, 
that  as  the  time  draws  nigh  for  its  opening  I  may  decide 
to  go,  and  shall  certainly  stop  at  Englewood  to  see  you. 
The  thought  often  arises  in  my  mind,  Will  our  successors 
ever  see  the  second  Centennial  of  this  Republic?  I  fear 
not.  We  are  becoming  so  fearfully  corrupt  as  a  nation, 
government,  and  people,  that  our  race  will  soon  be  run 
unless  we  return  to  the  Lord  and  do  that  which  is  right 
in  His  sight.  The  love  of  gold  is  sinking  the  people  to 
their  ruin.  I  read  everything  in  regard  to  Moody  and 
Sankey's  work  which  I  see  in  the  papers;  and  when  I 
pray  for  myself,  offer  up  the  prayer  that  God's  blessing 
may  rest  upon  and  abide  with  them. 

From  Mr.  Richard  Palmer  Waters  to  Dr.  C. 

My  dear  Doctor  : 

Your  letter  of  April  7th  was  duly  received,  and  its 
perusal  again  and  again  has  afforded  me  much  pleasure. 
How  wonderfully  has  the  Lord  led  us  during  the  many 
years  of  intercourse  and  of  remarkable  Christian  experi- 
ence. I  am  sometimes  lost  in  meditation  on  God's 
unbounded  care  and  goodness  during  these  many  years  of 
Christian  experience  and  conflict;  and  I  can  truly  say. 
were  I  to  live  life  over  again.  I  would  try  to  fight  the 
same  gigantic  evils— should  they  exist— which  you  and 
our  lamented  and  beloved  Sumner  fought  with  such 
wonderful  energy  and  success. 

I  am  saddened  day  by  day  as  I  remember  how  many 
of  the  faithful  ones  who  were  engaged  with  us  in  the 
dreadful  conflict  with  oppression  have  gone  to  their 
reward.  My  own  attachment  to  this  world  is  becoming 
lev-,  and  less,  as  friend  after  friend  departs,— and  this  is  as 
I  would  have  it. 

Yes,  the  kind-hearted  Sultan,  of  whom  you  speak, 
ed  away  some  ten  years  since.  The  thought  is  com- 
forting, which  you  suggest.  •*  Possibly  to  the  land  of 
blessed  realities  through  some  knowledge  of  a  Saviour." 


LETTERS.  47 

From  Mr.  Waters  to  Dr.  C. 

My  dear  Dr.  Cheever  : 

Many  thanks  for  yours  of  the  18th  and  the  Herald 
which  contained  the  Cooper  Institute  meeting.  Your 
speech  was  one  of  the  best  of  your  life,  and  it  will  be 
read  and  strike  terror  to  the  hearts  of  slave-holders  and 
Northern  apologists,  and  strengthen  and  make  glad  the 
hearts  of  the  friends  of  the  slave.  Notwithstanding  the 
tumult,  it  was  a  glorious  meeting,  and  great  good  will 
come  of  it. 

Your  Union  meeting  seems  to  be  the  subject  for 
ridicule  among  all  our  papers  this  way.  Charles 
O'Connor's  speech  will  be  a  subject  of  ridicule  for  years 
to  come.  I  send  with  this  a  Boston  Traveller,  contain- 
ing Phillips's  address  last  Sabbath  on  the  Puritan 
Principle. 


To  Dr.  C.  from  Mr.  R.  P.   Waters. 

My  dear  Dr.  Cheever  : 

I  write  a  hasty  line  to  enquire  respecting  your  plans  for 
coming  on  this  way.  I  have  been  expecting  to  hear  from 
you  for  the  past  fortnight,  but  I  well  know  that  you  are 
overtasked  with  cares  and  anxieties  at  the  present  time, 
which  must  more  than  consume  all  your  time  and 
strength.  Yet  the  blessed  Saviour  is  near  you.  11< 
knows  just  what  aid  you  need  amid  all  your  conflicts  with 
the  powers  of  sin,  and  is  ever  ready  to  do  for  you  and 
yours  far  exceeding  what  we  may  ask,  or  even  think. 
May  you  experience  Ili->  gracious  presence  and  aid  at 
all  times. 

Your  article  in  last  week's  Independent  is  excellent.  I 
had  a  Baptist  minister  here  on  Saturday  who  spoke  ol 
that  artii  le  wii  h  great  delight.     Ii 

spread   before  the  eyes  oi   a  hundred  thousand  readers 
such  articles  as  you  prepare  foi    the  fa  t  week 

after  •>•■ 


I  have  wanted  to  tell  you,  and  now  1  will,  in  a  hu 
manner,  how  interested  1  have  been  in  the  perusal  of  the 
"  Reply  of  the  Church  ol  the  Puritans        h       withering, 
annihilat  ti|  to  the  protest  and  lei 


48  APPENDIX. 

It  is  indeed  a  most  triumphant  reply.  One  that  scatters 
to  the  winds  all  their  puerile  and  malicious  side-issues, 
and  shows  up  to  the  world  in  a  remarkably  clear,  Christian 
manner  the  true  cause  of  their  discontent.  Ever  after 
this  they  are  as  dead  men  wherever  this  "  Reply"  is 
read. 


I  may  tell  you,  my  old  and  valued  friend,  that  the  year 
passed  has  been  one  of  great  trial.  This  great  Kansas 
emigrating  enterprise  has  taken  up  most  of  my  time, 
thoughts,  and  money  during  the  past  eight  months. 
Being  one  of  the  Board  of  Managers,  I  have  felt  the  im- 
mense importance  of  Kansas  being  secured  to  freedom; 
and  as  we  could  not  bring  the  community  to  act  timely 
with  us,  a  few  have  been  obliged  to  stand  by  the  cause 
and  peril  their  money  to  secure  that  fair  land  to  freedom. 
We  trust  that  with  God's  help  we  shall  prevent  its  being 
cursed  with  slavery,  and  if  we  never  get  our  money  back, 
it  will  be  a  sweet  recollection  during  life  that  we  have 
done  what  we  could  for  liberty  in  Kansas  at  a  time  when 
it  was  in  peril.  It  does  seem  as  though  both  the  Church 
and  the  world  were  willing,  as  a  general  thing,  to  let 
Kansas  go  by  the  board  to  the  Missouri  Slaveites.  But 
this  must  not  be,  and  we  believe  cannot  be.  The  mana- 
gers of  the  New  England  Emigrant  Aid  Company  have 
faith  to  believe  that  God  will  bless  their  efforts  and  make 
Kansas  free.  I  may  tell  you  also  that  I  am  elected  to  the 
Mass.  House  of  Representatives,  and  shall  thus  be  in 
Boston  this  winter.  I  am  trying  to  raise  money  for  a 
church  edifice  for  Lawrence,  Kansas  Territory.  We  have 
two  thousand  dollars  already  subscribed.  Can  I  do  any- 
thing if  I  come  to  N.  Y.  ?  It  has  been  a  dreadful  year 
for  losses  in  railroad  stock,  but  while  life  lasts  we  must 
be  doing  with  our  might  what  our  hands  find  to  do. 


Yours  of  the  28th  ult.  is  this  moment  arrived.  I  did  not 
reply  to  your  other  letter-,  as  I  was  waiting  to  learn 
something  definite  in  regard  to  your  lecturing  in  Salem. 

Yes,  Mr.  Webster  has  left  us.  His  death  was  serene; 
in  many  respects  as  we  would  wish  a  Christian  to  die. 
after  all  a  consistent  Christian  life  is  the  best  evi- 
dence of  preparation  for  death.  As  to  our  country,  God 
will  raise  up  the  men  to  guide  us  in  the  future,  as  he  has 


LETTERS.  49 

in  the  past,  if  we  look  to  him.  Well,  we  are  all  dying! 
This  year  has  borne  very  many  loved  ones  to  the  eternal 
world,  and  a  very  thin  veil  separates  us  from  them. 
Yesterday  was  a  dark,  unpleasant  day,  but  God's  house 
was  made  cheerful  and  attractive  by  two  excellent  ser- 
mons from  the  Rev.  Mr.  Southgate,  of  Ipswich — but  I 
must  stop. 


The  Free  Soil  movement  and  my  own  private  matters 
occupy  me  so  constantly  that  I  have  not  a  leisure  moment. 
Oh,  for  the  time  when  I  may  find  leisure  to  live  and  love 
and  stop  at  home  !  Write  soon.  Kind  love  to  Mrs.  C. 
Have  you  read  Willis  Hall's  letter  to  the  Clay  Whigs  of 
N.  Y.  City?  It  is  excellent.  What  more  natural,  more 
wise — When  the  vessel  in  which  I  am  embarked  is  driven 
upon  the  rocks  by  the  winds  of  heaven,  or  by  the  treach- 
erous act  of  the  master,  it  is  but  the  instinct  of  self- 
preservation  to  bind  myself  to  the  largest  fragment  of 
the  wreck.  That  fragment  is  Free  Soil.  To  that  I  will 
cling  till  death  shall  loosen  my  grasp  !  Amen  and 
Amen. 


From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  dear  Friend  in  England,  the    Winter 
after  our  Return  from  Europe. 

My  very  dear  Friend  : 

I  had  just  seated  myself  to  write  you  this  morning,  when 
your  dear,  sweet,  affectionate  letter  was  handed  to  me  ; 
and  I  cannot  express  to  you  the  relief  and  satisfaction  I  felt 
to  know  that  you  were  happily  and  comfortably  settled  in 
your  new  abode.  I  have  often  thought  of  you,  dear  friend, 
and  felt  for  you  in  the  trial  of  leaving  your  old  home  and 
friends.  I  know  full  well  what  you  must  have  Buffered 
with  your  feeling,  sensitive  heart;  but.  then.  I  had  tlie'un- 
speakable  Consolation  that  our  God,  the  dear   Friend  who 

is  as  changeless  as  Eternity,  would  stand  by  you,  and  could 
strengthen, comfort, and  sup  Oh, blessed  privi- 

lege, is  it  not  ?  to  have  su<  ha  Fi  iend, and  t< >  be  allowed,  in 
our  distress  and  suffering,  to  throw  ourselves  into  his  arms, 
and  there  in  his  compassioi  ating  boson  hule  our  sorrows 
and  griefs,  knowing  thai  trust   him,  for  he  ■ 

and  careth  for  usl     What  inrinii 
1  wish,  dearest  friend,  I  ou  this  morning,  to 


50  APPENDIX. 

talk  with  you  on  this  theme,  and  of  God's  unspeakable 
goodness,  his  loving-kindnesses  and  tender  mercies.  I  am 
feeling  daily  (for  which  I  praise  God)  a  stronger  desire  to 
live  nearer  *to  him,  and  to  love  him  more,  and  to  have 
others  love  him  more.  I  have  been  much  occupied 
through  the  winter,  or  I  should  have  written  you  ere  this. 
These  are  eventful  times,  and  we  have  much  work  to  do. 
My  dear  husband  has  been  most  indefatigable  in  his  la- 
bors, and  I  am  glad  to  say  his  efforts  have  not  been  in 
vain.  I  cannot  tell  you  how  thankful  I  have  felt,  as  well 
as  our  dear  church,  that  he  was,  through  your  kind  efforts 
and  those  of  other  friends  in  England  and  Scotland,  enabled 
to  proclaim  from  his  pulpit,  to  the  vast  audiences  that  have 
thronged  to  hear  him,  the  messages  of  God  in  regard  to 
our  National  Guilt.  From  our  church  it  has  spread  over 
the  land,  as  you  have  probably  seen  by  the  papers  which 
I  have  occasionally  sent  you.  His  invitation  to  preach  in 
the  Hall  of  Representatives  at  Washington,  the  great 
crowds  that  gathered  to  hear  him  on  the  subject  of  Slave- 
ry, as  also  to  the  State  Legislature  of  Pennsylvania,  and 
of  our  own  State,  has  been  declared  by  the  public  jour- 
nals to  be  one  of  the  greatest  triumphs  of  our  day,  and 
is,  together  with  the  President's  Message  to  Congress  to 
consider  the  subject  of  Emancipation,  very  encouraging. 
We  begin  now  to  feel  very  hopeful,  and  that  the  day  is  not 
very  far  distant  when  every  yoke  shall  be  broken  and  the 
oppressed  set  free.  I  was  perfectly  delighted  with  your 
photograph  of  Sherwood, — and  how  kind  of  you  to  send 
it! — and  I  shall  highly  prize  it.  My  faithful  husband  is 
quite  in  love  with  it.  He  encloses  a  little  note  of  acknowl- 
edgment of  your  kindness,  and  is  thankful  for  the  will- 
ingness of  the  people  all  to  hear  the  truth  and  sustain  it. 
And  now,  will  our  own  people  sustain  it,  and  carry  it 
forth  in  the  education  of  their  children  of  this  generation 
in  our  own  country?  This  is  the  great  question,  on  the 
settlement  of  which  our  future  destiny  depends.  We 
have  reason  to  fear  the  establishment  of  a  Constitutional 
despotism  against  the  freedom  of  the  teaching  of  God's 
Word  from  childhood  for  our  own  Government,  and  for 
the  millions  of  immigrating  foreign  populations  from 
nearly  all  nations  crowding  upon  our  shores  and  permit- 
ted the  privilege  of  voting,  often  without  being  able  to 
read  our  own  language,  or  even  to  spell  the  names  of 
those  printed  upon  their  votes,  whom  they  are  invited  to 
set  in  office  over  us. 


APPENDIX.  5 1 

Letter  to  Dr.  C.  from  Mr.  Washburn. 

Worcester,  Jan.  13,  1859. 
My  very,  very  dear  Brother: 

Dear  Elizabeth  and  myself  are  running  over  with  joy 
and  gratitude,  having  just  read  your  kind  note  to  her 
under  date  of  the  11th.  It  is  really  refreshing  to  be  ad- 
vised of  such  a  demonstration  as  your  people  have  made 
in  your  behalf  as  the  fearless  advocate  of  a  whole  gospel. 
I  am  quite  certain  that  it  will  not  only  cheer  and  strengthen 
your  heart,  but  it  will  tell  on  the  interests  of  the  cause  as 
nothing  else  could  at  this  time,  when  so  many  throughout 
the  land  are  desiring  and  predicting  your  failure  to  main- 
tain the  high  and  glorious  position  which  you  so  nobly 
sustained  in  the  advocacy  of  a  free  pulpit  and  a  pure  Gos- 
pel. We  do,  my  dear  brother,  feel  a  warm  sympathy  with 
you  in  your  trials,  and  rejoice  exceedingly  with  you  in 
these  expressions  of  love  and  affection  for  you  by  your 
beloved  people,  and  for  their  appreciation  of  the  princi- 
ples which  you  have  made  so  prominent  in  your  public 
ministrations.  This  thing  was  not  done  in  a  corner; 
thousands  of  hearts  throughout  the  land,  who  are  in  sym- 
pathy with  you,  will  rejoice  and  give  thanks.  You  will, 
I  know,  dear  brother,  receive  it  as  given  for  Christ's 
May  your  dear  people  receive  a  rich  spiritual  blessing,  as 
the  seal  of  the  Master's  approbation.  Weare  looking  for- 
ward with  much  interest  to  the  time  when  we  are  to  expect 
you  again  to  visit  us,  and  rejoice  much  in  the  hope  that 
your  dear  wife  will  be  able  to  come  with  you. 
Affectionately  yours. 

h  u  ibod  Washburn, 

G.  B.  C.'s  Letter  to  Mr.  Daniel  Drake  Smith. 

i\   July  35,    iS;  y 

aI  \   DE  \i'  Mi'.  Smith  : 

My  wife  thinks,  and  so  do  I.  that  we  ought  at  once  to  have 
made  an  apology  1  or  the  badconduci  ol  our  cow  in  breaking 
into  your  garden,  and  to  have  begged  an  account  of  dam- 
ages.   esp(  <  i.illy  as  John  told  us  thai  when  your  gardener 

learned  that   it  was  our   COW  that    had    done   tin-    mischief, 

nerously  let  her  ofl  scot-free.    We  are  quite  troubled 
at  the  matter,  and  it  there  wen-  no  other  way  ol  adjust 
ment,  you  might  put  your  cow  for  a  nighl  or  ^«>  into  our 
warden,    only  Bhe<  ouldnoi  do  so  much  mischief  here,  and 
1  should  beg  to  have  some  one  to  watch  her  and  keep  her 


52  LETTERS. 

out  of  Mrs.  Cheever's  flowers.  Otherwise  it  would  be  a 
fair  exchange,  though  it  would  do  no  good  that  I  can 
think  of.  Our  vegetables  are  not  so  numerous  nor  so  rich 
nor  so  well  advanced  as  yours  ;  but  still  a  good  amount  of 
desolation  might  be  accomplished  by  two  cows  even  in  two 
hours,  provided  they  both  went  at  it  with  a  good  appetite. 
I  am  informed  there  were  two,  and  that  Dolly's  accom- 
plice (our  cow's  name  is  Dolly)  was  Mr.  Coe's  large  and 
frisky  calf.  So  it  was  Dolly  &  Co., — a  very  respectable 
firm  of  quadrupedal  burglars.  Now,  I  know  nothing 
about  Mr.  Coe's  method  of  developing  or  educating 
calves,  but  I  really  should  not  wonder  if  there  has  been 
some  great  mistake  or  cultivation  or  indulgence  of  some 
vicious  tendency,  which  the  calf,  becoming  intimate  in 
the  same  pasture,  may  have  taught  Dolly.  For  Dolly  is 
not  at  all  flighty  or  frisky,  much  less  addicted  to  fence- 
breaking,  and  is  so  modest  and  gentle  and  withal  retiring, 
that  she  would  never  intrude  either  on  corn  or  clover,  ex- 
cept through  an  open  gate,  or  when  she  saw  that  the  bars 
had  been  taken  down,  and  took  it  as  an  invitation,  per- 
haps, to  a  lunch-party.  Some  other  cow  must  have  made 
a  breach  in  Mr.  Coe's  fences,  and  then  Dolly  followed  Mr. 
Coe's  calf  through  the  opening,  and  then  possibly  some 
gate  in  your  premises  may  have  been  left  open  by  accident, 
for  I  cannot  think  that  either  Mr.  Coe's  calf  or  our  Dolly 
would  go  so  far  as  to  make  a  breach  for  themselves,  as  on 
purpose  ;  but  if  either  was  so  vicious  as  that,  I  feel  sure  it 
was  the  calf  that  set  the  example,  in  which  case  Dolly  is 
not  so  much  to  blame.  It  must  be  said,  however,  in  apol- 
ogy for  either  or  both,  that  Mr.  Coe's  pasture  is  very 
poor  in  grass  and  plentiful  in  white-weed,  which  I  know 
to  be  Dolly's  abomination,  and  I  doubt  if  it  ever  grew  in 
Eden  or  in  Mr.  Darwin's  locality  of  primeval  man.  There 
is  perhaps  no  way  of  accounting  for  Dolly's  conduct,  ex- 
cept we  throw  ourselves  on  Darwin's  philosophy,  and  sup- 
pose that  this  extraordinary  freak  in  her  is  merely  a  proof 
of  the  truth  of  his  theory  of  evolution  and  natural  selec- 
tion. It  is,  in  that  case,  evidently  the  recurrence  or  res- 
urrection of  the  tastes  of  savage  life,  tendencies  of  a  hun- 
dred thousand  years  ago,  when  men,  monkeys,  and  cows 
(for  the  cow.  being  a  domestic  animal,  was  certainly  con- 
temporaneous with  man,  whenever  his  perfection  as  a 
savage  came  about);  tendencies  on  Mr.  Darwin's  theory 
not  yet  eliminated,  hut  ready  to  break  out  and  assert  their 
parentage,  whenever  external  circumstances  and   such  a 


APPENDIX.  53 

ereature  as  Dolly  came  under  the  notice  of  natural  selec- 
tion. We  ought  all  doubtless  to  be  more  on  our  guard  in 
respect  to  all  animals,  because  we  know  not  what  extrava- 
gance of  antique  savageness  or  cunning  may  at  any  time 
turn  up  in  them,  or  turn  them  topsy-turvy.  Dolly  is 
doubtless  descended  from  those  primeval  herds  that  in- 
habited what  is  now  called  the  Isle  of  Man,  before  the 
British  continent  was  broken  from  the  mainland.  When 
the  submergence  came  and  the  emergence  afterwards,  by 
which  processes  there  was  the  break  up  into  islands, some  of 
Dolly's  ancestors  swam  across  the  Atlantic,  which  was  then 
but  a  narrow  channel.  Now  putting  together  these  facts, 
namely,  Alderney  nature  in  the  animal,  a  very  poor  pasture, 
a  breach  in  the  fence,  a  sudden  revival  of  old  savageness, 
or  what  Mr.  Darwin  calls  atavism,  and  at  the  same  time  a 
gate  left  open  in  a  rich  neighboring  garden,  full  of  delic- 
ious beets,  carrots,  young  corn,  and  so  forth,  and  natural 
selection  always  on  the  watch  for  improvement  of  the 
species  or  survival  of  the  fittest,  and  we  have  the  inevita- 
ble consequence  just  as  it  turned  out.  Doubtless,  as  an 
enthusiastic  theorist,  you  ought  to  preserve  your  desolated 
beet-beds  and  Dolly's  history  as  one  of  the  most  con- 
vincing proofs  of  the  truth  of  Mr.  Darwin's  speculations 
on  the  origin  of  species  and  of  man. 

Dolly  proves  herself  an  excellent  scientific  experimen- 
talist concerning  the  value  of  change  and  variety  of  diet. 
Since  her  night  raid  into  your  garden  our  cream  has  been 
unusually  rich  and  sweet.  If  your  zeal  for  agricultural 
science  inclines  you  to  more  experiments  of  this  kind,  we 
would  very  willingly  put  Dolly  at  your  service  as  an  ex- 
pert or  manipulator,  who  takes  nothing  on  trust,  or  at 
second-hand,  but  satisfies  herself  by  actual  knowledge. 
Whatsoever  you  think  best  in  reparation  for  her  mischief, 
she  <>r  we  together  will  most  gladly  accomplish. 

Ever  most  truly  your  obliged  friend  and  neighbor, 

G.  B.  Chi  ever. 

Letter  to  Dr.  Ckeever from  Mr  Dan!.  Drake  Smith. 

IfoNDAi   Evening,  July  27,  '74. 
My  in  \k  I ).».   1  OB  : 

1   have  carefully  perused  your  epistle,  in   wind: 
have  thought  to  extenuate  the  faults  ol  Dolly  by  throwing 

the  mantle  of    Darwin    over    her;    but    it    i.^   tOO    small    to 

cover  her  bad  deeds,  and  it  she  should  be  disposed  to 


54  LETTERS. 

resume  her  nightly  walks  and  make  us  a  third  visitation, 
we  shall  be  forced  to  call  upon  "angels  and  ministers  of 
grace  to  defend  us." 

I  know  not  whether  Darwin's  principle  of  the  survival 
of  the  fittest  is  to  be  exemplified,  as  you  think,  by  Dolly's 
career,  but  the  experimental  course  that  famous  cow  has 
been  pursuing  would,  in  primeval  and  ruder  ages,  have 
been  more  likely  to  conduct  her  to  the  "  pound,"  or  even 
to  the  shambles,  than  to  eventuate  in  her  producing  a 
superior  race  of  lacteal  dispensers.  The  pasture  in  Mr. 
Coe's  lot  may,  for  aught  I  know,  be  inferior  to  that  which 
whilom  was  in  Eden;  but  I  am  inclined  to  believe  that 
Dolly  shares  Adam's  original  sin,  and  indeed  I  am  not 
quite  sure  that  his  repentant  soul,  in  its  metempsychosis,  has 
not  at  last  entered  Dolly's  body,  and  that  under  the  temp- 
tation, as  you  allege,  of  Coe's  "  frisky  calf,"  it  has  been  re- 
peating in  my  garden  the  sin  that  drove  it  out  of  Eden 
into  Coe's  poor  pasture-lot.  At  any  rate,  I  accept  this 
theory  as  more  applicable  to  the  case  than  that  of  Dar- 
win's; but  as  the  old  law  of  retaliation  for  sins  committed 
is  not  now  in  vogue  (or  at  least  ought  not  to  be),  instead  of 
leaving  your  garden  gate  open  on  Thursday  evening  next, 
as  foolish  people  do,  in  order  that  our  cow  may  enter,  and 
have  "  a  beet  for  ;i  beet,"  et  cetera,  Mrs.  Smith  and  I  have 
concluded  to  call  the  account  "square,"  if  you  and  Mrs. 
Cheever  will  do  us  the  honor  to  come  on  that  evening  and 
take  tea  with  us,  at  7  o'clock. 

With  much  esteem  and  friendship, 

Your  neighbor, 

Danl.  Drake  Smith. 

Revd.  Geo.  B.   Cheever,  Engleivood. 

Letter  from  Mr.  Longfellow  to  Dr.  C/ieei'er. 

Cambridge.  March  3,  1875. 

My  dear  Cheever  : 

I  am  very  glad  to  hear  that  you  have  consented  to  de- 
liver the  Oration  on  the  fifteenth  anniversary  of  our  Class, 
particularly  as  I  am  to  read  a  poem  on  the  occasion. 

By  agreement  with  the  Committee,  it  is  to  be  a  Saluta- 
tory poem,  to  come  before  the  Oration.  In  this  sense  I 
have  written  it,  and  I  hope  the  arrangement  will  be  agree- 
able to  you. 

I  shall  not  be  long, — not  more  than  fifteen  or  twenty 
minutes, — and  you  shall  have  the  honors  of  the  Valedic- 
tory. 


APPENDIX.  55 

How  glad  I  shall  be  to  see  your  face  once  more,  after  so 
long  a  separation  ;  and  how  glad  I  am  already  that  we  are 
to  he  brought  together  in  this  pleasant  way  ! 

With  affectionate  remembrance,  yours  always, 

Henry  W.  Longfellow. 

Letter  to  an  early  Classmate  on  the  Death  of  Longfellow. 

My  dear  Friend  and  Classmate  : 

I  ought  to  have  thanked  you  earlier  for  your  kind  atten- 
tion in  sending  me  the  account  of  the  Portland  celebra- 
tion of  our  dear  Longfellow's  birth-day.  Mrs.  Cheever  as 
well  as  myself  was  deeply  interested  in  it,  and  greatly 
obliged  to  you  for  it  ;  but  now  how  sad  and  painful  the 
intelligence  of  his  death  ! 

It  will  bring  a  flood  of  lender  associations  and  memo- 
ries of  scenes,  conversations,  studies,  walks,  friendships,  to 
mind  ;  and  the  circle  so  long  ago,  of  which  he  was  quite 
the  central  spirit  and  attraction  -so  gentle,  genial,  refined, 
and  in  the  youthful  budding  of  that  great  poetical 
genius,  which  since  then,  for  more  than  fifty  years,  has 
been  gradually  blossoming  to  perfection,  till  its  flowers 
and  fragrance,  its  tenderness  and  beauty,  are  tilling  the 
world. 

His  death  seems  to  us  sudden,  and  fills  us  with  sad- 
ness and  grief;  but  how  wonderfully  ripe  and  perfect,  and 
abundant  in  beautiful  and  precious  fruits,  the  volumes  of 
his  genius,  through  so  many  years  of  rich  and  varied 
study  and  culture,  travel  and  leisure,  teaching  and  learn- 
ing, with  lessons  of  wisdom  and  love,  out  of  the  heart,  for 
all  race-,  and  households. 

Well,  our  dear  and  admired  and  universally  honored 
and  beloved  youthful  classmate  can  no  more  speak  to  us 
on  earth  !  May  we  be  perm  Uteri  through  God's  infinite 
mercy  and  grace  in   Christ    |esns,  to  meet  him    in  heaven, 

and  with  him  sing  thesong  "i  Moses  and  the  Lamb!     We 
talked  at  our  fiftieth  anniversary  celebration  of  the  good 
ness  of  God  in  sparing  soman)  ol  the  Class  so  long,  and  ol 
the  uncertainty  of   longer  life  to  any  <>i  the  number  then 
greeting  each  other ;  and  now  the  loveliest  reigning 
in  that  sacred  meeting  is      i  ght,  in  the  light 

of  eternit)  Meth inks  the  melody  and  tendei  pathos  ol 
his  Moriti  ii  poem,  at  our  semi-centennial  gathering, 
comes  back  t<>  us  now,  as  from  a  golden  harp  on  the 
othei  side,  and  tells  m  ever)  on< .  "  I U   .  <    read 


56  LETTERS. 

setting  and  your  rising  again  in  eternal  glory,  in  Him  who 
is  the  Resurrection  and  the  Life."  God  grant  that  we  may 
indeed  be  ready.  And  do  we  not  feel  more  deeply,  now 
that  Longfellow  is  gone,  that  every  new  day  of  our  own 
life,  is  an  infinitely  precious  added  gift  from  God  for 
prayer  and  praise,  and  the  Life  Everlasting?  It  is  in- 
deed so,  and  makes  us  mindful  again  of  the  Poet's  early 
lesson  : 

"  Life  is  real,  life  is  earnest, 

And  the  grave  is  not  its  goal. 
Dust  thou  art,  to  dust  returnest, 

Was  not  spoken  of  the  soul. 
Not  enjoyment,  and  not  sorrow, 

Is  our  destined  end  or  way, 

But  to  act,  that  each  to-morrow 

Find  us  better  than  10-day  !" 

Who  can  do  that  but  by  Grace  Divine,  which  may  God 
in  tender  mercy  grant  us  every  day  ! 

With  kindest  regards  to  you  all,  most  affectionately 
your  friend  and  classmate, 

G.  B  C. 

Extract  fro?n  a  letter  received  from  Rev.  Elias  Bond, 
Missionary  for  many  years,  of  the  American  Board,  in 
the  Sandwich  Islands  * 

The  book  of  your  brother  I  prize  very  highly,  as  afford- 
ing me  another  glimpse  of  its  author  at  his  best.  Aye 
does  not  seem  to  tell  on  him.  The  old  fire  and  the  old 
power  have  in  no  wise  abated.  I  have  just  been  reading 
the  volume,  and  have  received  great  benefit  therefrom. 
Forty  years  ago  I  read  Gaussen  's  Thcopneusty,  and  thought 
the  theory  of  Verbal  Inspiration  was  safe  and  sure.  Of 
late  years,  however,  so  many  of  our  leading  men  have  ap- 
parently yielded  that  ground,  or  at  least  held  it  in  uncer- 
tainty, that  my  thoughts  as  to  inspiration  have  been  in  a 
most  unpleasant  state  of  doubt — unrest.  Now,  thank  God, 
I  find  myself  back  again  on  the  old  ground,  securely  an- 
chored, I  think,  forever.  If  we  can't  make  a  stand  on  the 
ground  of  Verbal  Inspiration,  I  despair  of  finding  any  rest 
for  the  sole  of  my  foot  in  anything. 

If  the  Sacred  Scriptures  are  full  of  blemishes,  alas  for 
us  poor,  forlorn  children  !     We  are  of  all  men  most  miser- 

*  This  letter  was  written  in  behalf  of  the  book  entitled  "  God's  Time  Piece 
for  Man's  Eternity, "  a  mobt  gratifying  proof  of  the  need  of  such  a  volume. 


APPENDIX.  57 

able.     With  most  affectionate  regards  from  your  loving 
Brother  in  Christ, 

Elias  Bond. 

Extract  of  Letter  from  Mrs.  Cheever  to  Dr.  Cheever. 

I  hope  your  message  to  the  Ninevites  will  do  good,  and 
cause  them  to  cry  mightily  unto  God,  for  who  can  tell  if 
"  He  will  repent,  and  turn  away  His  fierce  anger,  and  the 
country  perish  not"  ?  "  God  is  a  gracious  God,  and  merci- 
ful, slow  to  anger,  and  of  great  kindness." 

Letter  to  Dr.  Cheever,  from  Mr.  Neil  Smith,  of  Aberdeen. 

Aberdeen,  Sept.  10,  1862. 
My  dear  Dr.  Cheever: 

I  cannot  tell  you  how  often  I  have  thought  of  dropping 
you  a  line,  and  as  often  that  thief  Procrastination, 
coupled  with  a  morbid  aversion  to  writing,  has  prevailed 
to  put  it  off  for  a  day  or  two.  And  now  I  can  hardly 
think  of  the  time  that  has  elapsed  since  you  left  us,  with- 
out shame  at  my  long  delay.  I  assure  you,  however,  very 
truly,  that  we  have  not  forgotten  yon  and  your  excellent 
partner,  but  often  think  and  speak  of  you;  and  all  the 
more,  considering  the  fearful  times  your  country  has  been 
passing  through  since  you  left  us.  Would  to  God  your 
people  had  listened  to  your  honest  and  faithful  counsel  ! 
Had  they  done  so,  and  flung  from  them  the  guilt  and 
degradation  of  slavery,  I  do  not  at  all  doubt  very  much  if 
the  misery  would  have  been  averted;  and  even  after  the 
great  secession,  had  the  North  taken  up  the  high  and  only 
safe  ground  of  Abolition  at  all  hazards,  I  believe  matters 
would  have  been  very  different  to-day.  Had  you: 
counsel  been  followed,  the  North  would  have  had  tin  . 
an)  sympathies  of  Europe,  and  very  emphatically,  of 
Britain.  But  when  the  friends  1  >f  the  North  are  met  (as  the) 
always  are)  by  the  reply,  that  the  negro, or  taint  oi  negro 
blood,  is  as  much  a  degraded  thing  in  the  eves  of  the  North 
as  of  the  South,  it  is  difficult  to  reply,  because  facta  show 

that  this  i-  really  too  much  tl  The  declaration  <>t 

th<-  President  to  the  Free  Blacks,  the  other  day.  we  fear 
speaks  the  prevailing  sentiments  of  the  North.   Si  no 
left  us.    we    have   ha  l  some  liberated  (or    rather   1 
way)  slaves  here,  whom   1  was  \  and 

was  happy  to  welcome  to   m\    table  and  such  support 
as  I  could  afford      One  oi  tb  irticular,  was  a  man 


58  LETTERS. 

whom  any  family  might  have  been  glad  to  see ;  they  were 
welcomed  by  many,  and  in  associating  with  them  I  pre- 
sume no  one  dreamt  that  he  was  doing  a  condescending 
act,  or  exhibiting  an  act  of  humility.  Now,  we  cannot 
understand  how  it  should  be  different  with  you,  and  even 
with  Christian  men  among  you.  We  know  well  that  all 
are  not  of  the  same  mind,  and  that  you  have  a  few  like- 
minded  with  yourself.  But,  alas  !  I  fear  they  are  but  a 
few  against  many.  The  feeling  in  your  country  against 
us  seems  to  be  very  strong,  the  aversion  very  deep  ;  but 
1  hope  not  very  general.  I  do  trust  there  are  not  very 
many  Cassius  Clays  among  you,  more  for  their  own  sake 
than  for  ours.  At  all  events,  many  prayers,  both  in  pub- 
lic and  private,  ascend  up  from  Britain,  that  our  good  and 
gracious  Father  may  soon  send  you  peace.  We  do  couple 
with  this,  prayer  for  the  abolition  of  Slavery,  that  root  of 
bitterness  which  has  been  the  source  of  trouble  to  your 
land.  And  all  the  more  are  we  led  thus  to  pray,  because 
we  firmly  believe  that  unless  slavery  fall,  though  you  had 
peace  to-morrow,  it  would  be  only  adjourning  the  evil 
day,  and  that  the  evil  would  be  only  adjourned,  not 
averted. 

Well,  you  and  those  who  have  fought  wTith  you  have 
strong  consolation,  None  of  the  guilt  lies  with  you,  and 
none  of  the  blood  is  upon  you.  And,  thank  God,  you  are 
fighting  a  battle  which  is  sure  to  win.  You  are  on  the 
Lord's  side,  and  He  will  bring  forth  your  righteousness  as 
the  light  and  your  judgment  as  the  noon-day. 

Mrs.  Smith  has  received  Mrs.  Cheever's  letter,  and  will 
soon  reply.  We  both  would  be  very  glad  indeed  to  see 
you  both  again. 

Believe  me,  my  dear  friend,  very  truly  yours, 

Neil  Smith. 

Letter  from  Mr.  Spaulditig  to  Dr.  Che  ever. 

New  York,  Jan.  4, 1886. 

Dear  Brother  Cheever  : 

My  hand  was  hardly  cool  from  your  warm  grasp  on  Sat- 
urday evening,  when  Dr.  Booth  invited  me  to  take  a 
•  Voyage  to  the  Celestial  Country."  My  traps  were 
soon  on  board,  and  we  were  booming  down  the  bay 
for  the  open  sea,  under  the  command  of  G.  B.  C.  Not, 
however,  without  some  misgivings.  Can  a  splendid 
commander  of  land  forces  successfully  control  the 
forces  of  the  sea?     Does  he  practically  know  the  differ- 


APPENDIX.  59 

ence  between  a  marlinespike  and  a  handspike,  bobstays 
and  stays-tackle,  a  weather-bit  and  a  weather-board  ? 
Can  he  box  the  compass,  box  the  helmsman  who  fails  to 
make  a  straight  wake,  and  box  the  most  savage  cyclone 
that  ever  swept  the  decks  of  a  sea  clipper  ; — can  he  ?  My 
fears  rose  with  the  rising  wind. 

Father  Eastburn,  on  the  quarter-deck  of  his  Mariner's 
Craft  in  Philadelphia,  had  once  failed.  Exhorting  all 
hands  to  come  to  Christ,  he  said,  "  Come  forward,  my 
lads,  and  splice  the  main-brace"  {take  a  glass  of  grog).  A 
man  in  a  pea-jacket,  on  board  a  steamer  going  out  of  New 
York,  begging  money  of  the  passengers,  failed.  He  was 
handed  over  to  my  generosity.  How  long  have  you  been 
a  sailor  ?  "  Mor'n  than  20  years  ?"  Been  all  over  the  world  ? 
"  Mor'n  that."  Ever  wrecked  ?  "  Five  times,  zur,  and  e'en 
a'most  drowned  too."  Where  is  the  main-top-sail  in  a 
full-rigged  ship?  "  The  main-top-sail,  zur?"  Yes,  the  main- 
top-sail. "  Why,  zur,  any  fool  knows  that — at  the  top  of 
the  main-mast,  sure."  Fellow-passengers,  under  this  pea- 
jacket  is  a  fraud ;  no  sailor  there.  He  don't  know  that 
the  first  above  the  main-sail  is  the  main-top-sail,  the  next 
the  main-top-gallant  sail  and  the  next  the  sky-sail.  He 
is  bogus,  and  deserves  a  bastinado.  Real  sailors  seldom 
beg.  And  then  I  once  failed  myself,  anchoring  a  ship 'mid 
ocean  !  And  why  should  not  Commander  G.  B.  C.  fail  ?  We 
had  scarcely  run  three  knots  when  he  ordered  on  the  top- 
gallant-royals and  sky-sails,  got  out  the  studding-sails,  and 
put  the  good  ship  in  the  best  trim  for  ploughing  the  deep. 
My  fears  vanished  like  the  morning  fog  before  the  rising 
sun:  in  a  moment  1  was  as  much  assured  as  Daniel, 
stroking  the  beards  and  combing  the  locks  of  the  lions  in 
the  den.  And  then,  owing  to  some  mistake  in  tin-  reck- 
oning, getting  (jut  of  a  terrible   Storm,  up  the  river  of  the 

land  of  Self-conceit,  and  back  safely  i<>  sea  again  ; 
having  given,  through  those  accomplished  sailors  Peter 
and  fohn, the  ballooning  sky-flyers  such  a  terrible  fore- 
and-aft  raking,  why  should  1   not  feel  the  utmost    conn- 
In  the  skill  of  my  Commander,  and  bespeak 
and  <  harming  "  V.  >yage  to  thi  I  el  stial  (  ountrj 

[  pause  to  shake  out  the  white  signal  of  good-bye  and 
heart)  thanks;  and  with  b<  1  hope:  1  a  spanking  breeze, 
no  more  misgivings,  no  sea-si<  kness,  and  to  return  with 

the    ship    laden    with     gratitude     to    the    eimw:ile    tor   tip- 
go  ,.  I  .1,  ( i  tmplished. 
To  the  esteemed  (  ommander, and  hia  no  1  roed 


60  LETTERS. 

wife,  my  good  wife  joins   me   in   a   hearty   New-Year's 
blessing. 

Ever  cordially  yours,  J.  Spaulding. 

Letter  from  Dr.  Che  ever  to  Mr.  Spaulding. 

My  dear  Brother  Spaulding: 

If  I'm  not  a  sailor,  I'm  sure  you  are  one  ; 

A  pair  of  such  sea-legs  don't  drop  from  the  sun  : 

From  keelson  to  topmast,  aloft  or  alow, 

Like  a  squirrel  or  cat  in  the  rigging  you'd  go ; 

And  without  any  rigging,  or  rope-yarn  at  all, 

You'd  hold  by  the  life-lines,  whatever  the  squall. 

Your  brogue  of  the  ocean,  as  salt  as  the  spray, 

A  son  of  old  Neptune  at  once  would  betray,         [score, 

Through  the  days  of  your  years,  more  than  five  and  four 

You  have  stuck  to  your  text,  like  Jonah  of  yore; 

When  even  a  whale  thought  the  prophet  a  bore, 

And  was  glad  to  deliver  him  safe  on  the  shore. 

The  cause  of  your  Master  in  earnest  pursuit, 

The  compass  you'd  box,  and  the  helmsman  to  boot ; 

And  be  ready  a  mutinous  crew  so  to  shoot. 

You  know  all  that's  down  in  the  bills  of  your  lading, 

What's  good  for  domestic  or  wild  foreign  trading; 

And  all  things  for  getting  your  ship  under  weigh, 

And  when  to  haul  taut  and  how  to  belay; 

For  you  know  all  the  odds  twixt  the  anchor  and  cable, 

You  know  all  that  I  do,  and  very  much  more  ; 

All  the  signs  of  a  calm  or  a  hurricane  roar  ; 

And  could  whistle  a  gale,  if  the  winds  were  unable, 

To  keep  you  from  running  upon  a  lee  shore  ! 

Letter  front  Mr.  Longfellow  to  Dr.  Cheever. 

Camb.,  Feb.  7,  1876. 
My  dear  Cheever:  I  ought  to  have  answered  your 
letter  sooner,  and  should  have  done  so  but  for  a  thousand 
and  one  things  that  have  prevented.  I  spare  you  the 
catalogue  of  them.  You  must  know  from  your  own  ex- 
perience what  they  are.  Your  photograph,  the  front  face, 
is  excellent.  I  like  it  extremely,  and  have  had  it  lying 
on  my  desk  ever  since  it  came,  looking  at  it  at  intervals, 
and  studying  its  expression.  It  not  only  resembles  you, 
but  two  oilier  persons  whom  one  may  not  be  ashamed  to 
resemble,  namely,  Dr.  Channing  and  Mr.  Ruskin.  The 
same  outline  <>f  face  ;  the  same  expression. 


THE  HORSE-GOSPEL    OF  EVOLUTION-     6 1 

I  hope  you  may  be  as  well  satisfied  with  the  enclose  d. 

My  supply  falling  short,  I  was  obliged  to  send  to  England, 
which  will  account  for  this  long  delay.  Is  Sawtelle  your 
neighbor?  He  also  lives  at  Englewood  ;  and  when  you 
meet  him  please  say  that  I  have  received  his  letter  and 
will  reply  soon. 

With  kind  regards  to  Mrs.  Cheever,  and  thanks  for  her 
cordial  invitation, 

Always  affectionately  yours, 

Henry  W.  Longfellow. 


Dr.    Cheever  s   Humorous    and   Satirical  Poem    entitled 
"  The  Horse-Gospel  of  Evolution" 


O  what  a  world  by  Evolution  wrought  ! 
Man  from  the  monkey  to  the  Angel  brought  ! 
The  mighty  power  of  vast  unthinking  thought. 
Eternal  force  of  nothing  !     Throne  sublime  ; 
The  infinite  environment  of  Time  : 
Each  moment  but  the  music  and  the  rhyme- 
To  keep  the  waltzers  of  the  midnight  dance 
Whirled  on  the  skirts  of  Everlasting  Chance  ' 
Keep  then  what  your  surroundings  all  i  ommand, 
And  you  arc  safe  from  harm  at  Nature's  hand. 
All  you  have  been  is  Nature's,  not  your  own  ; 
All  you  might  be,  beyond  your  reach  was  thrown. 
And  you,  the  growth  of  Nature's  laws,  your  birth  unknown, 
With  dn-ams  of  Paradise  shall  sleep,  unconscious  and  alone. 
Annihilation,  from  Existence  tree, 
Solves  the  dark  riddle  of  Eternity. 
Bul  it  your  Consciousness  should  still  abide, 

You  may  to  heaven  on  the   I  Ride. 

THE  HORSE  GOSPEL  OF   I  VOl  U  HON. 

Nigh  i  is  the  pn  >ph<  cy  ol  Morn, 
The  Evening  Star  predicts  the  Dawn; 
I  he  longest  night  but  goes  bet. Me, 
And  Darkness  is  ol  Light  the  door. 
When  evening  into  darkness  dies, 
Then  from  the  tomb  new  days 
Bul  .u  the  glory  ol  the  I  l 
The  morning  stars  ihall  I 


62      THE  HORSE-GOSPEL   OF  EVOLUTION. 

Here,  then,  we  have,  as  clear  as  mud, 
How  Light  from  earth,  like  Topsy,  "  grow'd  ;" 
Motion  came  first,  the  steed  bestowed, 
And  then  the  Light  on  Motion  rode  ; 
The  slave  of  Force  being  thus  set  free, 
Would  ride  to  all  eternity  ; 
Being  never  more  and  never  less, 
But  always  Nature's  first  Express, 
To  tell  the  scientific  wittiest 
Her  Law,  Survival  of  the  Fittest. 

But  when  our  Scientists  are  ask'd, 
Motion  of  what,  that  goes  so  fast, 
Or  what  existed  to  be  moved, 
By  which  such  motion  could  be  proved, 
Your  antique  Lecturer  has  forgot 
At  the  beginning  he  was  not  ; 
Yet  now,  with  Modern  Science  bright, 
Knows  all  the  causes  of  the  Light, 
Which  every  Scientist  can  utter, 
And  make  it  plain  as  Bread  and  Butter. 

For  when  from  Milk  the  Cream  is  brought, 
Then  Butter  from  the  Cream  is  wrought, 
By  being  stirred  within  a  churn, 
Which  any  girl  of  twelve  can  learn. 

And  then  you  have  your  nice  white  bread, 
Or  brown,  just  as  you  please,  and  spread 
Over  the  same  a  sheet  of  gold, 
Of  nutty  flavor,  sweet  and  cold  ; 
And  by  such  steps  at  length  you  know 
The  final  causes  of  the  Cow. 

By  the  same  steps  you  know,  of  course, 
The  final  causes  of  the  Horse. 
O  list,  while  I  relate  the  story 
In  all  its  scientific  glory. 

At  first  he  had  a  single  hoof, 
But  afterward  the  engraven  proof, 
Of  three  or  other  separate  toes, 
As  Evolution  cloth  disclose, 
Of  horses'  patterns,  such  as  camels, 
Amid  the  necessary  trammels 
For  sandy  wildernesses  reared, 
And  o'er  salt  deserts  to  be  steered, 
And  Baddies  to  be  safely  rode  ; 
So  Nature's  Mother-care  bestowed, 
A  Horse-existence  like  the  fairies, 


THE  HORSE-GOSPEL   OF  EVOLUTION.     63 

For  Indians  of  our  Western  Prairies. 
But  as  those  Centaurs  did  die  out, 
The  Hippo  species  put  about, 
Returning  to  the  old  Medallion 
Of  Nature  in  the  primal  stallion. 

Since  no  succeeding  fossil  shows 
Existence  of  the  Horse  with  toes, 
Why  should  this  path  of  Evolution 
Stop  with  a  half-way  revolution? 

Our  specimens  for  ages  seen, 
Are  few,  and  very  far  between  ; 
But  which  came  first,  as  Nature  grows, 
The  single  hoof,  or  hoof  with  toes  ? 
Doubtless,  Professor  Huxley  knows, 
How  out  of  natural  force  it  rose. 

And  thus  our  Western  Science,  rich 
With  spoils  redeemed  from  Nature's  ditch. 
Of  bones  in  antique  deserts  tethered, 
And  now  in  Colorado  gathered, 
To  Huxley  and  his  second  fiddle 
Must  leave  the  solving  of  this  riddle; 
And,  though  it  were  as  dark  as  night, 
Till  Marsh's  fossils  hove  in  sight, 
At  evening-tide  there  shall  be  light. 

Those  once  beguiled  by  M OSes'  word, 
To  our  Yale  Museum  now  referred, 
Our  British  Commentator  shows 
How  tin  Creation's  forms  arose, 
Beyond  the  reach  of  Moses'  lore, 
At  the  beginning  and  before, 

And  under  lock  and  key  laid  up, 
Divine  Shecbinah  oi  our  hope, 
1    ■  aiding  faith,  rejecting  prayer. 
We  learn  what  saves  us  from  despair; 
And  this  Horse-Gosp  '.  doth  declare, 
Survival  of  the  fittest  there, 

Where  .ill  that  eri   to  pasture  paSS, 

As  Babel's  monarch  weni  to  grass. 
A  winged  and  five-fingered  steed 
I       1  very  halting  Jai  ob'a  1 
Natural  Selection  will  provide 

Wliii  1  tune  .ind  tide, 

I  1  ing  tin  ough  ( 'elestial  spheres, 

bose  who  arc  the  natural  \v'w>, 
B)  !•  'i<  e  ii<. in  gelatine  sel 
O!  Life  and  Immortality. 


64     THE  HORSE-GOSPEL   OF  EVOLUTION. 


The  atavistic  Centaurs,  then, 
Evolved  from  plain  pedestrian  men, 
As  Eden's  owners  will  be  seen, 
With  rainbows  crowned,  and  regal  mien, 
And,  ere  the  Hippo  cycle  tires, 
Rapt  in  supreme  angelic  fires. 

Throw,  then,  your  Bibles  to  the  wind, 
And  never  fear  for  having  sinned  ; 
But  thrust  in  Nature  as  the  Spring 
That  doth  immortal  glory  bring, 
And  her  Selecting  Force  admire 
That  saves  you  from  Gehenna's  fire  I 


Letter  from  Mrs.  Charles  Smith  to  the  Publishers,  received 
as  the  Volume  was  going  to  Press. 

40  West  Twelfth  Street, 
New  York.  Dec.  1,  1S90. 

Dear  Sirs  :  I  have  seen  it  announced  that  the  "  Memo- 
rabilia" of  Dr.  George  B.  Cheever  will  soon  be  published 
by  you.  There  is  one  interesting  incident  of  his  life  that 
impressed  me  very  strongly  in  my  early  childhood,  and 
possibly  it  may  not  have  been  known  to  the  compiler  of 
those  reminiscences. 

When  Mr.  Cheever  (he  can  hardly  then  have  been  D.D.) 
was  sentenced  to  thirty  days  in  the  Salem  jail  for  writing 
the  article  entitled  "Inquire  at  Amos  Giles's  Distillery, 
my  father  was  the  sheriff  of  Essex  County,  and  from  that 
time  dates  a  much-valued  acquaintance.  A  carpet  for 
the  cell-ilnor  and  books  were  sent  to  Mr.  Cheever  by  my 
mother,  and  my  father  obtained  permission  for  him  to 
chop  wood  in  the  passage-way.  that  his  health  might  not 
suller  from  the  confinement  and  lack  of  exercise.  So 
many  friends  called  to  see  him  that  he  was  obliged  to 
name  reception-hours.  At  the  expiration  of  the  thirty 
days,  wishing  to  avoid  a  scene,  my  father  went  down  at 
midnight  to  release  the  man  who  had  become  a  personal 
friend. 

It  was  a  bright,  clear  night,  and  as  Mr.  Cheever  came 
out  and  looked  up  at  the  stars,  his  heart  glowed  within 


APPENDIX.  65 

him  and  he  requested  to  be  allowed  to  go  back  to  his 
cell  and  spend  one  more  hour  there  in  quiet  communion 
with  God.  Of  course  the  desire  was  granted,  my  father 
waiting  for  him  outside. 

The  next  evening  he  preached  to  a  crowded  house,  but 
made  no  allusion  to  his  imprisonment.  He  afterwards 
said  of  it  that  he  felt  as  if  the  Lord  had  hidden  him  in 
His  pavilion. 

Many  years  after,  he,  with  his  wife,  visited  at  my  father's. 
Before  leaving  the  carriage,  they  requested  my  father  to 
join  them  and  escort  them  to  the  cell  in  the  jail  where 
that  memorable  month  was  passed.  I  have  sometimes 
wondered  whether  his  later  interest  in  Bunyan  might  not 
be  in  part  due  to  sympathy  with  one,  like  himself,  a  pris- 
oner for  conscience'  sake. 

Very  truly  yours, 

Caroline  L.  Smith. 


INDEX. 


Introductory  Sketch vii 

Funeral  Address xix 

Invocation  and  Prelude,  in  Verse xxix 

PART    I. 

MEMORIAL   OFFERINGS. 
Chapter  I. 

PAGE 

Early  Life  and  Education. — A  Religious  Experience. — Social 
and  Religious  Circles  of  Friendship  and  Endearment. — 
The  Love  of  Children,  the  Love  of  Nature,  and  a  Re- 
fined and  Cultivated  Imagination 3 

Chapter  II. 

The  Right  of  the  Bible  in  our  Common  Schools. — Establish- 
ment of  the  Home  for  Friendless  Boys  in  New  York 
City. — Visits  to  the  Poor  Women  in  the  City  Prison. — 
The  Power  of  Sympathy.  —  Recollections  and  Portrai- 
tures of  Mrs.  Cheever's  Character  and  Life  by  IOOK  ol 
her  Dearest  Friends 

CHAPTER    III. 

Mrs.  I  Delight  in  the  Work  of  Practical  Instruction 

from  the  Bible.  —  Views  of  Dr.  Macleod  concerning  the 
Education  of  Little  Children.  -Illustrations  from  A 
dotes  within  Mrs.  Cheever'a  own  Experience.   -Illu 

tions  bom  tier  Letters  -it  Home  and  Abroad a,\ 

05 


66  INDEX. 

Chapter   IV. 

PAG- 

Letters  on  the  Sickness  and  Death  of  our  beloved  Mother. — 
Description  of  her  Character  and  Example  in  Life. — 
The  Death  and  Burial  at  Sea  of  her  youngest  Son,  Dr. 
Nathaniel  Cheever 66 

Chapter  V. 

The  Powers,  Duties,  and  Privileges  of  the  Mothers  of  Man- 
kind.— The  Training  of  the  Conscience  toward  God  the 
First  Duty,  both  for  Parents  and  the  State. — All  Laws 
against  such  Education  are  Blasphemous 93 

Chapter   VI. 

The  Examples  of  Niebuhr  and  Franklin,  religiously  and 
politically,  for  our  own  Country. — National  Self-gov- 
ernment Impossible  without  the  Christian  Religion  and 
a  conscience  towards  God  in  the  Education  of  each  Suc- 
cessive Generation. — All  True  Freedom  for  the  State 
dependent  on  such  an  Education  in  Reliance  upon  God. 
— The  Lessons  from  History  and  Biography  in  every 
Age  on  this  Subject. — The  Danger  of  Ruin  from  Igno- 
rance of  the  Scriptures,  and  the  consequent  Habit  of 
Scepticism  and  Unbelief  from  Childhood 113 

Chapter  VII. 

The  Preparation  for  our  Conflict. — Occasional  Letters  from 
Messrs.  Corliss  and  Waters,  and  from  Mrs.  Cheever  to 
Mr.  Washburn  and  Others. — Memorials  of  Mr.  Waters' 
American  Consulship  with  the  Sultan  of  Zanzibar 128 

Chapter  VIII. 

Exclusion  of  the  Bible  from  our  Public  Schools,  but  State 
Legislation  for  the  Free  Manufacture  and  Sale  of  Ar- 
dent Spirits,  and  of  Drunkards. — Passing  our  Children 
by  Law  through  the  Fire  to  Moloch. — Violation  of 
Christ's  Commands  for  the    Instruction   of   our   Little 


1XDEX. 


67 


PAGE 

Ones,  and  the  consequences  of  such  violation. — Prepos- 
sessions by  Law  with  Habits  of  Drunkenness. — Dr.  Mac- 
leod  on  the  Sacredness  and  Power  of  a  Parental,  Prayer- 
ful Education. — Anecdotes  of  Milly  and  Fanny,  the 
Truly  Angelic  Prattlers  in  our  Household. — Letter  of 
Mrs.  Henrietta  C.  Buck 146 

Chapter   IX. 
Gavazzi  and  Gajani,  the  Italian  Patriots 171 

Chapter   X. 

A  survey  of  our  National  and  Individual  Responsibilities,  as  a 
People  of  Voters,  and  therefore  Legislators,  accountable 
entirely  to  God  and  His  Government  as  revealed  in  His 
Word. — The  Obligations  of  Voters  under  the  United 
States  Government,  responsible  to  God  for  themselves 
and  for  their  Children 1 79 

Chapter   XL 

"Continuance  and  Progress  of  the  Conflict. — Letter  from 
Rev.  Dr.  Tyng.  and  Notice  of  the  Death  of  his  Son, 
with  Eulogy  upon  his  Memory  by  the  Young  Men  of 
the  Church  of  the  Puritans 205 


PART    II. 
MEMORIAL  AND  MISCELLANEOUS  POEMS. 

Introductory  to  the  Poems j 

The  Love  that  Lasts i.; 

The  Love  that  Grows 

Anniversary  Poems,  i-j'    t866 13  13^ 

The  Farewell  Blessing 137 

Birthday  Offerings t3() 


68  INDEX. 

PAGE 

Love's  Earliest  Memorials 139 

Perpetual  Youth 141 

And  a  Little  Child  shall  Lead  Them 143 

Creation's  Christmas  Anthem  146 

The  Prophecies  of  Spring 149 

A  Hymn  for  my  Sabbath-school  Children 152 

The  Accepted  Time 154 

God's  Presence  Our  Life 156 

Sabbath  of  the  10th  February,  1861 158 

The  Dream  and  its  Meaning 159 

The  First  April-fool's  Day 161 

The  First  May  Morning 166 

The  Estranged  brought  Home 168 

A  Year  of  Conflicts 171 

The  Sweet  Spirit  of  Prayer , 173 

God  in  Grace  and  Nature 174 

The  Heirs  of  Heaven 176 

"  He  that  winneth  Souls  is  Wise" 178 

Love's  Mercy-seat 180 

God  in  the  Spring 181 

God  in  all  the  Seasons 183 

Christ  our  Love  and  Life , 185 

Christ  our  Assurance  of  Heaven 187 

"  For  Ye  are  Dead,  and  your  Life  is  hid  with  Christ  in  God  "  190 

God's  Prepossessions  for  our  Faith 192 

The  Chief  of  Sinners  saved 195 

Mine  and  Thine 197 

The  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life 199 

The  Problems  of  Eternity 200 

The  Dead  Emperor , 202 

For  Mrs.  W . 205 

Bobolink  and  Canary 207 

The  Other  Side  ;  or,  Canary  and  Bobolink 209 

Nearer  to  Christ 211 

Thy  Word  My  Will 212 

Remember  Me  for  Good 213 

Come  to  the  Lamb  of  God 215 

Alone,  yet  not  Alone 216 


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He  might  have  been 218 

Prophets  of  the  Lovely  Autumn  Days 222 

Our  Rising  Dawn  and  Setting  Sun  the  Types  of  Immortality  224 

Where  only  Love  is  Known 226 

God's  Covenant  of  Grace 22S 

The  Light  of  God's  Glory    230 

The  Anguish  of  the  Cross 231 

All  Eternity's  Delight 232 

The  Child's  Prayer 233 

Regeneration,  a  Spiritual  Resurrection 236 

Teaching  Lost  Ones  how  to  pray 238 

The  Soul  on  its  Pilgrimage  Home 240 

I  will  not  let  Thee  go  unless  Thou  bless  Me 242 

God's  Heaven  of  Love 244 

The  Gift  of  Heavenly  Glory  in  Our  Lord's  Prayer 246 

The  Gift  of  God's  Redeeming  Grace 248 

God's  Endless  Mercy  to  Believers 250 

From  Endless  Loss  to  Endless  Gain 253 

Going  I  Iome,  going  Home 255 

The  Prayer  of  my  Heart 256 

Hut  one  Hook , 25S 

Prayer  of  a  Contrite  Heart 260 

The  1  Iome  of  the  Soul  in  Christ 262 

Time's  Bequeathment  for  Eternity 264 

Tin-  Preaching  of  the  Gospel  an  Eternal  Heaven ;<>^ 

Heaven  within  the  Soul   

The  Mystery  of  Godliness  

Invoc  ation  of  the  Almighty 

Fear  Nothing,  < )  True  Believer! 270 

The  Joy  <>f  1  leaven  on  Earth 

The  Christmas  Song  ol  Seraphs 28  1 

The  Question  ol  Atoning  Blood  for  Rebels  thus  brought 

back  to  God  

From  Sin'a  Dread  Deluge  flee  To-day 

Christ  <>ur  Eternal  Life  in  Heaven 

Fly  to  the  Ark 

Tin-  Heaven  ol  Gratitude  Divine 

1  lid--  Mr,  <  >  M \  s.i\ [our  I  bide 


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Oh  that  I  were  an  Angel  Fair  ! 294 

Brook  Melodies,  God's  Mercies  ! 296 

Eternity  is  Heaven  for  Me,  while  I  the  Cross  of  Jesus  see  !  298 

The  Gift  of  God's  Love  in  the  Spirit  of  Prayer 299 

The  Soul's  Adieu  to  Time 3OT 

Christ's  Blood  upon  the  Hebrew  Tents 3°3 

Seek  His  Mercy  while  You  may. ...    3°4 

King  of  Nations,  King  of  Saints   3°5 

Our  Sun-dial  for  Eternity 3°7 

God's  Sermon  from  the  Lilies 3°8 

Love's  Morning  and  Evening  Star 3°9 

Oh  for  Thy  Likeness,  Lord  ! 310 

The  Dews  of  Christ's  Youth 311 

Let  no  Man  take  Thy  Crown 312 

The  Joy  of  Reapers  at  the  Harvest  Home 314 

Consecration  to  Christ 3X5 

In  God  our  Rest 3T7 

In  Death  remember  Me 3T9 

My  Soul  belongs  to  Thee 320 

The  Spirit  of  Prayer,  our  Earnest  of  Heaven 322 

Childhood's  Morning,  Christ's  Adorning 324 

Christ's  Preacher  in  Decapolis 326 

Alive  to  God  Eternally 32S 

The  Death  of  Christ  our  only  Plea 329 

The  Life  of  Love  Divine  on  Earth 33° 

Blossoming  and  bearing  Fruit 331 

Not  as  I  will,  but  Thou 332 

The  Evening  Star,  Love's  Emblem 333 

O  Lamb  of  God,  Thy  Love  impart 335 

No  Cross,  no  Crown 33° 

The  Glory  <>i  Christ's  Presence  33s 

The  Child's  Spring  Song 339 

love  Divine 34° 

The  Soul  created  and  kept  for  God 341 

The  Lamb  of  God  thai  taketh  away  the  Sins  of  the  World..  342 
Pray  without  Ceasing - 304 


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"  With  Christ  in  God  " 346 

By  Love  Divine  redeemed  from  Sin 343 

Christ's  Life  on  Earth  our  Bliss  in  Heaven 351 

"  Tis  I:  be  not  Afraid  " 353 

The  Bow  in  the  Clouds 356 


APPENDIX. 

LETTERS  FROM  AXD    TO  DR.   AXD  MRS. 
CHEEVER. 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Cousin 3 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend 4 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend 5 

Mrs.  C.'s  Letter  of  Sympathy 6 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Cousin  Mary 7 

From  E.  Harris  to  Dr.  C 7 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  David  Banks 8 

From  Mrs.  D.  to  Lady  Kinnaird    8 

From  Mrs.  Codwise  to  Dr.  C g 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Aunt  Hoppin 10 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Washington 10 

From  Mr.  Longfellow  to  Mrs.  C I  I 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mr.  Longfellow 12 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  Longfellow 13 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Carrie  Taylor \  \ 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  [.  Taylor 14 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Miss  Lily  Taylor 14 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  John  Taylor 10 

From  ' '  Puritan''  to  Dr.  C 17 

From  Mrs,  C.  i"  a  Relative  in  China 1  s 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mrs.  C iq 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Husband 

From  Dr.  C   to  Mrs.  Hunter 

From  Mrs.  C.  to "1  he  Pilots'  Home 

Resolutions  presented  to  Mrs.  C j  \ 

i  rora   Mrs.  C.  to  her  Cousin   Marv 25 


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From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend  in  England 25 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mr.  Samuel  Wetmore 26 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Miss  Noble 27 

From  Mr.  W.  W.  Hoppin  to  Dr.  C 28 

From  Mrs.  Abernethy  to  Dr.  C 29 

From  Mr.  J.  L.  Batchelder  to  Dr.  C 29 

Mr.  Hyatt's  Letter 31 

From  Miss  E.   Wheelwright  to  Dr.  C 32 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Field 33 

From  A.  T.  Owen  to  Mrs.  C 34 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mrs.  C 35 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  her  Cousin  Mrs.  Lee 36 

From  Mr.  Jay  Odell  to  Dr.  C 37 

From  Mr.  Gajani  to  Mrs.  C 39 

From  Mr.  Gajani  to  Dr.  C 39 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mr.  Washburn   40 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Roman  Catholic  Girl 41 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Dr.  Prime 42 

From  Rev.  S.  I.  Prime  to  Dr.  and  Mrs.  C 42 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Mrs.  Prime 43 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Miss  S    Waters ...  44 

From  Mr.  Waters  to  Mrs.  C 44 

From  Mr.  R.  P.  Waters  to  Dr.  C 46 

From  Mr.  Waters  to  Dr.  C 47 

From  Mr.  R.  P.  Waters  to  Dr.  C 47 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  a  Friend  in  England 49 

From  Mr.  Washburn  to  Dr.  C 51 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mr.  Daniel  Drake  Smith 51 

From  Mr.  Daniel  Drake  Smith  to  Dr.  C 53 

From  Mr.  Longfellow  to   Dr.  C 54 

From  Dr.  C.  to  an  Early  Classmate 55 

From  Rev.  Elias  Bond  to  Dr.  C 56 

From  Mrs.  C.  to  Dr.  C 57 

From  Mr.  Neil  Smith  to  Dr.  C 57 

From  Mr.  Spaulding  to  Dr.  C 58 

From  Dr.  C.  to  Mr.  Spaulding '   60 

From  Prof.  Longfellow  to  Dr.  C 6l 

Dr.    C.'s    Humorous   and    Satirical    Poem    entitled  "The 

Horse-Gospel  of  Evolution" 62 


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